People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

Bea dice que el arte de leer se está muriendo lentamente, que es un ritual íntimo, que un libro es un espejo y que sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro, que al leer ponemos la mente y el alma, y que ésos son bienes cada día más escasos.

We all give up great expectations along the way.

Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.

There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.