It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

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.

Freedom is often the first casualty of war.

Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are

Inspiration gives no warnings.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.