he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertipsโฆher hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezFrom the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the only thing left for me to do was to try to be the best writer in the world.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezAn artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez