Character: Pilar

- You worked in my house. Do you do this to me?
For twenty thousand pesetas.

- You are a tough woman, ' he told her.
"No," Pilar said. But I am simple not at once understand.

Perhaps God is still there, though we have abolished him.

We loved each other in the room where the Windows were hung with curtains of thin wooden slats and the upper frame of the balcony doors swing open on hinges and into the room blowing breeze. We loved each other in this room, where even the day was dark from the lowered curtains and smelled of flowers, because at the bottom was the flower market.

I just think that when we boldly seek love, love found, and we tend to attract to itself new love. If you love one person so loved by all. But if we're alone, we become even more alone. So funny how life works.

- What do you think? he asked.
- About vampires. About the creatures spawned by the darkness and locked up tight within themselves. They are so desperate for a companion. But love can not. That is why there is a belief that to kill a vampire only if he will drive stake through the heart. If it fails to do the waking heart, freeing the energy of love and destroying the evil.

All love stories are similar to one another.

What do you need a fire to cook dinner or burn the whole city?

The end every story has a sad.

Don't ask-you act. As you yourself have many times said we must take the risk.

Love does not ask questions, because if we start to think - start to be afraid of. This inexplicable fear, I won't even try to clothe it in words. It may be the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, fear of breaking the spell. Sounds ridiculous, but it is.

There are moments when you simply need to take the risk, to do crazy things.

What was in childhood, in childhood and remained.

I know my limits, as I know that my capacity for suffering - is not unlimited.