races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.
There is always something left to love.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. So I immediately started writing short stories.
A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.
I have never done anything except write, but I don’t possess the vocation or talents of a narrator, have no knowledge at all of the laws of dramatic composition, and if I have embarked upon this enterprise it is because I trust in the light shed by how much I have read in my life.
Then the writing became so fluid that I sometimes felt as if I were writing for the sheer pleasure of telling a story, which may be the human condition that most resembles levitation.
It’s much more important to write than to be written about.
Unfortunately, many young writers are more concerned with fame than with their own work… It’s much more important to write than to be written about.
It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them.
The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.
This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.
Please allow me to wipe the slate clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself. Florentino Ariza, Love in the Time of Cholera
There [is] no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age.