“How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?”
“There could be no snakes in Quintana Roo's garden.Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll.”
“How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn’t in love with him?”
“How could I ever trust a man who's been as good a spy as you have?”
“I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.”
“And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.”