Grisel

“No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“Pese a estar tan lejos, pensó una vez más Roger Casement, el Congo y la Amazonía estaban unidos por un cordón umbilical. Los horrores se repetían, con mínimas variantes, inspirados por el lucro, pecado original que acompañaba al ser humano desde su nacimiento, secreto inspirador de sus infinitas maldades. ¿O había algo más? ¿Había ganado el diablo la eterna contienda?”
― Mario Vargas Llosa, El sueño del celta

“There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I’ll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I’ll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“It starts out the same, but then, after a moment,” he said, speaking softly, “suddenly it’s as though I’ve a living flame in my arms.” His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. “And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed.” I”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander