Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.