Take Care To Chop The Onion Fine.

Once Again She Would Arrive At A Foreign Place. Once Again Be The Newcomer, An Outsider, The One Who Did Not Belong. She Knew From Experience That She Would Quickly Have To Ingratiate Herself With Her New Masters To Avoid Being Rejected Or, In More Dire Cases, Punished. Then There Would Be The Phase Where She Would Have To Sharpen Her Senses In Order To See And Hear As Acutely As Possible So That She Could Assimilate Quickly All The New Customs And The Words Most Frequently Used By The Group She Was To Become A Part Of--so That Finally, She Would Be Judged On Her Own Merits.

Tita Knew Through Her Own Flesh How Fire Transforms The Elements, How A Lump Of Corn Flour Is Changed Into A Tortilla, How A Soul That Hasn't Been Warmed By The Fire Of Love Is Lifeless, Like A Useless Ball Of Corn Flour.

You Must Take Care To Light The Matches One At A Time. If A Powerful Emotion Should Ignite Them All At Once, They Would Produce A Splendor So Dazzling That It Would Illuminate Far Beyond What We Can Normally See; And Then A Brilliant Tunnel Would Appear Before Our Eyes, Revealing The Path We Forgot The Moment We Were Born, And Summoning Us To Regain The Divine Origins We Had Lost. The Soul Ever Longs To Return To The Place From Which It Came, Leaving The Body Lifeless.

There's Only A Space Between Now And Here To Get Yourself Nowhere.

You Don't Have To Think About Love; You Either Feel It Or You Don't.