What are you going to do?,' he asked me. Me? Nothing. Something has just been broken inside me you yourself will never be able to repair it.

The two of us could form a new kind of union we could be free together.

I will be your friend,' I said. 'I will go home to my mother's house the way I did when I skinned my knees as a little girl. I'll go and let myself be consoled by my roses, my palm trees, my enormous volcanoes in San Salvador. When you are old, maybe you'll come and see me someday.

I get all tangled up in your ribbons.

... the human body is much stronger than we think. It seems to laugh at the cobwebs of despair that the heart weaves before our eyes in order to blind us to our fate. The body walks and goes on walking.

Nothing belongs more fully to an artist than his creation - even if you give him your youth, your money, your love, your courage, nothing belongs to you.

I loved him, but I also realized how calm my life was without him.