Juan Rulfo

Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.

You've been dreaming lies again, Susana.

There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.

Sólo yo entiendo lo lejos que está el cielo de nosotros; pero conozco cómo acortar las veredas. Todo consiste en morir, Dios mediante, cuando uno quiera y no cuando _l lo disponga. O, si tú quieres, forzarlo a disponer antes de tiempo.

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.