I was asked the other day if I would be interested in the Nobel Prize, but I think that for me it would be an absolute catastrophe. I would certainly be interested in deserving it, but to Gabriel Garcia Marquez More Quotes by Gabriel Garcia Marquez More Quotes From Gabriel Garcia Marquez In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down. Gabriel Garcia Marquez sundaysimplespiritual There's no greater misfortune than dying alone. Gabriel Garcia Marquez dying-alonegreaterdying When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread. Gabriel Garcia Marquez hungerhealthybread Carmelia Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano José had been destined to find with her the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age, but the bullet that entered his back and shattered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards. Gabriel Garcia Marquez orangechildrenyears They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation. Gabriel Garcia Marquez one-hundred-years-of-solitudeseparationromantic A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground. Gabriel Garcia Marquez one-hundred-years-of-solitudepersonsdoe Curiosity is one of the many masks of love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez choleramaskcuriosity Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain. Gabriel Garcia Marquez painhelpingmen As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance. Gabriel Garcia Marquez untamedheatbody I must warn you that the books I like are not necessarily the ones I think are the best. I like them for various reasons not always easy to explain. Gabriel Garcia Marquez reasonbookthinking Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was. Gabriel Garcia Marquez painsufferingfeelings You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day. Gabriel Garcia Marquez seanightwatches I would like for my books to have been recognized posthumously, at least in capitalist countries, where they turn you into a kind of merchandise. Gabriel Garcia Marquez kindcountrybook They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything. Gabriel Garcia Marquez only-childtwochildren She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake. Gabriel Garcia Marquez cholerasakeworld Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía would remember that distant afternoon his father took him to see ice. Gabriel Garcia Marquez icefatheryears Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez fourwould-bebird 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. Gabriel Garcia Marquez importantnightpeople When I sit down to write, which is the essential moment in my life, I am completely alone. Whenever I write a book, I accumulate a lot of documentation. That background material is the most intimate part of my private life. It's a little embarrassing - like being seen in your underwear It's like the way magicians never tell others how they make a dove come out of a hat. Gabriel Garcia Marquez underwearwritingbook Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping. Gabriel Garcia Marquez piecessadnessthinking
