Carmen

“we grew accustomed to believe that he was alive in the house of power because someone had seen him light the Chinese lanterns at some festival, someone had told about seeing his sad eyes, his pale lips, his pensive hand waving through the liturgical decorations of the presidential coach”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The Autumn of the Patriarch

“Oh God, what's wrong with me? Why does nothing ever work out?”
― Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones’s Diary

“we saw heroic portraits of saints and soldiers thrown to the floor among broken furniture and fresh cow flops”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The Autumn of the Patriarch

“he wallowed in the great slough of felicity, dreaming alone, tiptoeing like an evil thought”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The Autumn of the Patriarch