Chelly

“there were many dead and wounded lying on the square: nine clowns, four Columbines, seventeen playing-card kings, one devil, three minstrels, two peers of France, and three Japanese empresses.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“If it’s not the war,” she thought, “it can only be death.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Queen of Madagascar.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“I’m not weak like your mother. You don’t fool me with your manipulations. I know you just did this for attention, to make your mother and my lives miserable, and I’m not going to let you get away with it.” I glared right back at him and let the sarcasm drip thickly. “Because everything I do in my life is about you.” I didn’t need them. I didn’t need any of them. All I needed was my dad back with me again. He would have punched Roger for talking this way, even if he called me stupid afterwards for believing his words. “Shut up!” He shouted and then let go of me, looking back and forth, paranoid that someone had heard our exchange.”
― E.B. Black, The Day I Died