He remembered every wrinkle on the old woman’s face.

He died in Argentina.

Él murió en Argentina.

This is another one of those stories which we’ve all read and I hate.

My grandfather used to be known for walking through graveyards.

Dr. Faustus had made a deal with the Devil, and now his time was running out.

I’m not an angry person. I’m not.

It was November, but the marigolds were scarce.

Era noviembre, pero escaseaba el cempasúchil.

You look at the monster in front of you. It looks like you.

El fuego no la calentaba. Nunca lo había hecho.

The sound Lieutenant Scheisskopf loved most in the world was that of spines breaking.

Vladimir Nabokov’s greatest flaw was his hatred of Dostoyevsky.

It was no use. It was three already, and the sun had already gone down: it was much too late to go into town.