As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.
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