In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.
Gabriel Garcia Marquezhis examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezEverything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez