He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide.
It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.
He seemed to be in so many places at the same time that they grew to think that he'd be duplicated, that he was reproducing himself all through the house, and the exasperated and unhinged Elisenda shouted that it was awful living in that hell full of angels.
They went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief.
He would say: You treat me as if I were just anybody. She would roar with the laughter of a free female and say: Not at all: as if you were nobody.