I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world. - Gabriel García Márquez

we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.

"But what worries me is not your shooting me, because after all, for people like us it's a natural death." He laid his glasses on the bed and took off his watch and chain. "What worries me," he went on, "is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you've ended up as bad as they are. And no ideal in life is worth that much baseness."

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.