Sufre mas el que espera siempreque aquel que nunca espero a nadie?Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

With which stars do they go on speaking, the rivers that never reach the sea?

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?

Put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.", 1964)

Slaves in the past were captured by force

In America, we are demanding everything from our marriage.

Never completely encircle your enemy. Leave him some escape, for he will fight even more desperately if trapped.

But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.

You have to remind people of their own struggles. It's a responsibility.

Satan has many helpers.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.

I consider myself something of a raconteur. I have a rather audacious sense of humour.