A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.

Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it.

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.

An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

And realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

For those who may be hurting over lost love:
Don't cry because it is over... smile because it happened.

I think that the idea that I'm writing for many more people than I ever imagined has created a certain general responsibility that is literary and political. There's even pride involved, in not wanting to fall short of what I did before.

The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.

I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

It was a love of perpetual flight.