He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.

Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use.... At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said "Macondo" and another larger one on the main street that said "God exists".

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.

[The captain] looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love and was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.