He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
Gabriel Garcìa Màrquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
#44. One hundred years of solitude
“What does he say?” he asked.
“He’s very sad,” Ursula answered, “because he thinks that you’re going to die.”
“Tell him,” the colonel said, smiling, “that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.”Gabriel Garcìa Màrquez
