. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

Survival feels like cowardice.

He is not the same person as when wemet, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

What you said about the sweetest pain? That fits us.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much aspersonal choice.

This guilt is a joke, and it’s exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.

The biggest lie women tell themselves about men: When I get what I want, I will be happy.

Humor enables one to live in the midst of tragic events without becoming a tragic figure.

Differences will always exist, but division doesn't always have to result.

What difference does it make whether you're looking at a photograph or looking at a still life in front of you? You still have to look.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness

Cuban public is special - they participate, generate a lot of energy, both in a positive and negative sense. It's always an expressive audience.

It was hysterical going to work. I would just walk in and think, 'What in hell? Am I here? What's going on? I'm going to wake up in a minute. I'm in a dream.'

If anything, you know, I think losing makes me even more motivated.

Continual improvisation on a theme is a more useful way to think of how to bring the various parts of life together.

Women never reason, and therefore they are (comparatively) seldom wrong.