- Ana: [flash forward] The only thing I remember very clearly, is that at the time, I was convinced my father was responsible for all the sadness that embittered the last years of my mother's life. I was convinced that it was he and he alone that had caused her illness and death.
- Rosa: Your poor mother wanted to breastfeed you, but she was too pale and delicate. So I was the one who really nursed you.
- Ana: Did you breastfeed me?
- Rosa: Heavens, no. I gave you a bottle.
- Ana: You've got big breasts. Will you show me?
- Rosa: What do you think this is, a circus?
- Ana: Come on, show me! I'll close my eyes and count to five. One, two, three, four, five. They're so big!
- [proud, Rosa buttons up her blouse]
- [first lines]
- Anselmo: I love you. I love you.
- Amelia Garontes: Anselmo, you're tickling me. Be patient, Anselmo.
- Anselmo: I love you more than anything in the whole world. I love you. Like that, darling. Like that. Like that..
- Amelia Garontes: Anselmo. Anselmo, what's wrong? Anselmo?
- María: What would happen if I bit your neck like this? And what if I kissed your neck? And what if I bit you again on this side? And what if I gave you a big loud kiss on the ear?
- Rosa: Men are all the same, every one of them. You'll realize that when you're a woman. They all want the same thing. Heaven help you if you give in. Your father was awful that way. He chased women like mad. I had to run away from him more than once. I tell you, he had wandering hands. What stories I could tell about your father.
- Rosa: That woman who lived next door to me - I still laugh when I think about it - one day she suddenly realized she was three months' pregnant. You should have heard the commotion. Everyone kept asking who the father was, but she swore she hadn't slept with anybody. You understand what I'm talking about?
- Ana: I don't understand anything.
- Ana: [flash forward] There are things I can't forget. It's unbelievable how powerful memories can be. So very, very powerful. So very powerful.
- Ana: [flash forward] I can't understand people who say that childhood is the happiest time of one's life. It certainly wasn't for me. Maybe that's why I don't believe in a childlike paradise or that children are innocent or good by nature. I remember my childhood as an interminably long and sad time filled with fear. Fear of the unknown.
- María: It's all a lie. There's nothing. Nothing. They lied to me. I'm afraid. I don't want to die. I'm afraid. I don't want to die! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts.
- Ana: [flash forward] Now I understand my father's fascination with that woman. Amelia was a very warm woman, affectionate and sensual. Her face lit up when she smiled. Her skin was a rich olive color that you wanted to touch.
- Ana: [singing] Today the sun shines at my window, And my heart grows sad, Looking out over the city, Because you're leaving, Like every other night I awoke, Thinking of you, As my watch marked the passing hours, Because your leaving...