“It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.”

“And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.”

“For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone."What is it to be in love?" she demanded, after a long silence; each word as it came into being seemed to shove itself out into an unknown sea. Hypnotized by the wings of the butterfly, and awed by the discovery of a terrible possibility in life, she sat for some time longer. When the butterfly flew away, she rose, and within, her two books beneath her arm returned again, much as a soldier prepares for battle.”

“(...) Babilonia no es otra cosa que un infinito juego de azares.”

“It's only now that I realize that behaviour always has a context and precedents, it's what you do rather than what you are, although we often never recognise that context or understand what these precedents are.”

“The joy about chasing butterflies, is not the satisfaction that comes at the end, but the path that takes you there;The irony about chasing butterflies, is that sometimes you'll get so lost in the chase, you won't realize that you're left chasing thin air;But the agony about chasing butterflies, is that sometimes you will keep on chasing, hoping, that a butterfly would materialize out of thin air.”