Gabriel Garcia Marquez Quotes

In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.

Now you don't have to say yes because your heart is saying it for you.

Because for you, quitting smoking would be like killing someone you love.

? no sooner had you done something than someone else appeared who threatened to do it better.

[http://www.gebrueder-beetz.de/en/productions/gabo-3 Gabo – The Creation of Gabriel García Márquez.] Documentary, Germany, 2015, 90 min.

Interview with [https://web.archive.org/web/20100113132553/http://www.documen.tv/asset/Gabriel_Gracia_Marquez_Film.html Gabriel García Márquez] (1998)

Children's lies are signs of great talent.

Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away bad memories and magnified the good ones.

? for an instant I thought about stopping the cab to say goodbye, but I preferred not to defy again a destiny as uncertain and persistent as mine.

But I believe without any doubt at all that our greatest good fortune was that even in the most extreme difficulties we might lose our patience but never our sense of humor.

Until I discovered the miracle that all things that sound are music, including dishes and silverware in the dishwasher, as long as they fulfill the illusion of showing us where life is heading.

It was impossible to conceive of two creatures so different who got along so well and loved each other so much.

...a lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth ...

? nothing was easy, least of all surviving Sunday afternoons without love.

From the time they turned one they were tossed from the balconies of the kitchens, first with life preserves so they would lose their fear of the water, and then without life preservers so they would lose their respect for death.

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.