Life is like that, full of words that are not worth saying or that were worth saying once but not any more, each word that we utter will take up the space of another more deserving word, not deserving in its own right, but because of the possible consequences of saying it.
... we are only ever pretending to ourselves, never to other people ...
En su habitación del hotel la muerte, desnuda, está delante del espejo. No sabe quién es.
Even death, faced with the option of death or life, she would choose life.
God will save you.
Surely you're forgetting that God saves souls rather than bodies.
blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.
... the best way of killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.
Sólo un sentido común con imaginación de poeta podrÃa haber sido el inventor de la rueda.
Reading is probably another way of being in a place.