Lines from six novels that are like old friends to me:
- A screaming comes across the sky.
The old ram stands looking down over rockslides, stupidly triumphant.
I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind
except that you happen to be insane.
Dear Mrs., Mr., Miss, or Mr. and Mrs. Daneeka: Words cannot express the deep
personal grief I experienced when your husband, son, father, or brother was killed,
wounded, or reported missing in action.
Then his wrath blazed in consuming flame, but his fear rose like a vast black smoke
to choke him. For he knew his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now
hung. From all his policies and webs of fear and treachery, from all his stratagems
and wars his mind shook free; and throughout his realm a tremor ran, his slaves
quailed, and his armies halted, and his captains suddenly steerless, bereft of will,
wavered and despaired.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was
to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that
time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of
clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous,
like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in
order to indicate them it was necessary to point.