The Year I Turned Ninety, I Wanted

Once Again She Shuddered With The Evidence That Time Was Not Passing, As She Had Just Admitted, But That It Was Turning In A Circle.

Life Had Already Given Him Sufficient Reasons For Knowing That No Defeat Was The Final One.

Florentina Ariza Had Kept His Answer Ready For Fifty-three Years, Seven Months And Eleven Days And Nights. 'forever,' He Said.

The Only Regret I Will Have In Dying Is If It Is Not For Love.

For They Had Lived Together Long Enough To Know That Love Was Always Love, Anytime And Anyplace, But It Was More Solid The Closer It Came To Death.