Shame Has Poor Memory.

Jealousy Knows More Than Truth Does.

Just Imagine, A Cow On The Balcony Of The Nation, What An Awful Thing, What A Shitty Country.

It Was A Love Of Perpetual Flight.

Both Described At The Same Time How It Was Always March There And Always Monday, And Then They Understood That José Arcadio Buendía Was Not As Crazy As The Family Said, But That He Was The Only One Who Had Enough Lucidity To Sense The Truth Of The Fact That Time Also Stumbled And Had Accidents And Could Therefore Splinter And Leave An Eternalized Fragment In A Room.

Races Condemned To 100 Years Of Solitude Did Not Have A Second Opportunity On Earth.