“But the Indians gesture touched me. It was nothing, but it was everthing. It took so little to mane a difference.”

“The book in my hands became my trusted companion. What was written there had so much power that it forced me to stop avoiding myself, to make my own choices as well. And through some sort of vital intuition, I understood that I had a long way to go, that it would bring about a profound transformation within me, even though I could not determine it's essence, or its scope. In that book there was a voice, and behind that voice threw was an intelligence that sought to establish contact with me. It was not merely the company of written words that distiller my boredom. It was a living voice, speaking. To me.”

“I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished onto thin air. None of it remains. Why, therefore, am I hurting so much? Why did I bring back with me this nameless pain? I followed the path I set for myself, and I have forgiven. I do not want to be chained to hatred or resentment. I want to have the right to live in peace.”

“I often think about her. One thing she said stayed with me, a dagger in my heart: "You know for me the most horrible thing of all is knowing that he will forget me."I lacked the presence of mind to tell her that it was impossible; she was simply unforgettable.”

“Debía seguir caminando, seguir en movimiento, alejarme. Al amanecer volverían a iniciar la persecución. Mas en el calor de la acción me repetía «soy libre», y mi voz me hacía compañía”

“En poco tiempo, me volví adicta al diccionario. Me pasaba la mañana sentada en mi mesa de trabajo, con una vista inmejorable sobre el río, y viajaba en el tiempo y el espacio pasando cada hoja. Al principio, me dejaba llevar por el capricho del momento. Poco a poco, fui estableciendo una metodología que me permitía hacer investigaciones sobre un tema preestablecido con la lógica de un juego de pistas. No podía creer tanta felicidad. Ya no sentía el paso del tiempo.”

“In this condition of the most devastating humiliation, I still possessed the most precious of liberties, that no-one could take away from me: that of deciding who I wanted to be.”