In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.

I don't know who said that novelists read the novels of others only to figure out how they are written. I believe it's true. We aren't satisfied with the secrets exposed on the surface of the page: we turn the book around to find the seams.

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.