He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.

Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

El mundo habrá acabado de joderse -dijo entonces- el día en que los hombres viajen en primera clase y la literatura en el vagón de carga.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.