He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThis was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezThen he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez