She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written.

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar's fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, what's the rest of it?

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.