It was a love of perpetual flight.

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

He governed as if he felt predestined to never die

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter