In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Colombian

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But in any case, he could not understand how people arrived at the extreme of waging war over things that could not be touched by hand.

Florentino Ariza was left with the nagging suspicion that this was not her last word. He believed that when a woman says no, she is waiting to be urged before making her final decision, but with her he could not risk making the same mistake twice.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love. Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibí for a reading so I could know her soul.

Dr. Urbino replied without looking at her: I did not know that fellow was a poet. And then he wiped him from his memory, because among other things, his profession had accustomed him to the ethical management of forgetfulness.

Ausencia Santander sent him tumbling with her old dog's wisdom, stood him on his head, tossed him up and threw him down, made him as good as new, shattered all his virtuous theories, and taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.

Sooner or later people believe writers rather than the government.

I told her about my life, I read into her ear the first drafts of my Sunday columns in which, without my saying so, she and she alone was present.

A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

He always considered death an unavoidable professional hazard.

Children inherit their parents' madness.

No old man forgets where he has hidden his treasure.

But when she saw her eating with her hands, incapable of giving an answer that was not a miracle of simple-mindedness, the only thing that she lamented was the fact that the idiots in the family lived so long.

An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.