“I couldn't tell you because even I don't know who I am yet.”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
“I couldn't tell you because even I don't know who I am yet.”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
“… nothing was easy, least of all surviving Sunday afternoons without love.”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
“Before adolescence, memory is more interested in the future than the past…”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
Fonte: The Paris Review interview (1981), p. 322
Fonte: The Paris Review interview (1981), p. 339
Last Paragraph
One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967)
Fonte: One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), p. 404
Chronicle of a Death Foretold (1981), trans. Gregory Rabassa [Ballantine, 1984, ISBN 0-345-31002-0], p. 47
Fonte: The Paris Review interview (1981), p. 337
“Because for you, quitting smoking would be like killing someone you love.”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
“Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away bad memories and magnified the good ones.”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
Fonte: One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), p. 166
“Children's lies are signs of great talent.”
Living to Tell the Tale (2002)
Fonte: The Paris Review interview (1981), p. 336
Fonte: One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), p. 119