At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezAnd nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezMost 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.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez