Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice.

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.

To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love...