Today I picked up One Hundred Years of Solitude and started reading. It seemed like the right day for it, as Gabriel Garcia Marquez has died at the age of 87. He has been one of the most beautiful voices in literature for many decades. I started reading perhaps his most famous novel today because I felt the need to place a finger close to something that he has touched. I recommend everyone who reads this to take at least a glance at some of his work. He does first lines really well, so even just those will give you a sense of the talent and genius he possessed. In honor of him, I want to let his words speak for themselves.
Some of my favorite Gabriel Garcia Marquez lines:
1.“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” –Love in the Time of Cholera
2. “With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: ‘My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.” –Love in the Time of Cholera
3. “But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.” –Love in the Time of Cholera
4.“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.” –Memoirs of My Melancholy Whores
5.“Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.” –One Hundred Years of Solitude