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.

Necessity has the face of a dog.

Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen there before. She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had love him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. (Love in the Time of Cholera)

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.