Most critics don't realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is a bit of a joke, full of signals to close friends; and so, with some pre-ordained right to pontificate they take on the responsibility of decoding the book and risk making terrible fools of themselves.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezIt was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them.
Gabriel Garcia Marquezwe had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezIt was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThe truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez