Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy.

I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.

When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?

As my mom used to say, "If wishes were horses, we'd be up to our eyeballs in shit.

Architecture is a continuing dialogue between generations which creates an environment across time.

I collect vintage cars, so you always find them in my books.

One must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the mountain in the distance, or one would never reach one's goal.

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

You find true joy and happiness in life when you give and give and go on giving and never count the cost.

The Cuban public is hugely cinephile. It's a shame that most of the movie theaters are so deteriorated. The sense of spectacle has been lost a little, but even so, people continue to go.

None but the contemptible are apprehensive of contempt.

I think you have to let go of this idea that you can be precious about everything, and let it be the abstract mess that it is.

Why must women torment me so?