“Things have a mind of its own; it’s simply the matter of waking up their souls.” – Melquiades”

“Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls.”

“I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.”

“When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.”

“The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.”

“I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.”

“The driver warned me: Be careful, scholar, they kill in that house. I replied: If it's for love it doesn't matter.”