Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.
That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.
Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.
In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
Always let them think of you as singing and dancing.
What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
Sometimes you must live in a violent world in order to get greater justice.
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him all good things-trout as well as eternal salvation-come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.
In the Mexico we want, there is no room for corruption, for cover-ups, and least of all for impunity.