The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

Most critics don't realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is a bit of a joke, full of signals to close friends; and so, with some pre-ordained right to pontificate they take on the responsibility of decoding the book and risk making terrible fools of themselves.

He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

Don't struggle so much, the best things happen when not expected.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice.