Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

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

He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter