She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezAn artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezIt always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality. The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez