Surrealism runs through the streets.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.