Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezIf you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez