A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth. - Gabriel García Márquez

I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not — when they strayed from the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.