More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude. - Gabriel García Márquez

It had to be a mad dream, one that would give her the courage she would need to discard the prejudices of a class that had not always been hers but had become hers more than anyone’s. It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.

No hay medicina que no cure lo que no cura la felicidad.

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.