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.

In the end all books are written for your friends.

He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

I have never done anything except write, but I don't possess the vocation or talents of a narrator, have no knowledge at all of the laws of dramatic composition, and if I have embarked upon this enterprise it is because I trust in the light shed by how much I have read in my life.

[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.