“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, is very much a beautifully written book. Out of all the books I’ve read by Marquez, it is probably my favourite. Though I wish I could read and write in Spanish as I do wonder also how much of the loveliness in his writing is lost in translation.
"There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised."
Gil Scott Heron (via quasimorto)
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