Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.

I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.

Always remember that the most important thing in a good marriage is not happiness, but stability.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.