To The Table Or To Bed, You

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.

[...] Each Of Us Is Born With A Box Of Matches Inside Us But We Can't Strike Them All By Ourselves

The Trouble With Crying Over An Onion Is That Once The Chopping Gets You Started And The Tears Begin To Well Up, The Next Thing You Know You Just Can’t Stop!

No One Who Loves Life Can Ignore Literature, And No One Who Loves Literature Can Ignore Life.

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