Ultimately, Literature Is Nothing But Carpentry.

I Would Give Wings To Children, But I Would Leave It To Them To Learn How To Fly By Themselves.

It Was As If They Had Leapt Over The Arduous Cavalry Of Conjugal Life And Gone Straight To The Heart Of Love. They Were Together In Silence Like An Old Married Couple Wary Of Life, Beyond The Pitfalls Of Passion, Beyond The Brutal Mockery Of Hope And The Phantoms Of Disillusion: Beyond Love. For They Had Lived Together Long Enough To Know That Love Was Always Love, Anytime And Anyplace, But It Was More Solid The Closer It Came To Death.

Many Years Later, In Front Of The Firing Squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía Would Remember That Distant Afternoon His Father Took Him To See Ice.

How Will I Ever Get Out Of This Labyrinth!

The First Of The Line Is Tied To A Tree And The Last Is Being Eaten By The Ants .