Laura

“[...] she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“[...] the hereditary vice of making something just to unmake it.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Poor great-great-grandmother," Amaranta Ursula said. "She died of old age."
Ursula was startled.
"I'm alive!" she said.
"You can see," Amaranta Ursula said, suppressing her laughter, "that she's not even breathing."
"I'm talking!" Ursula shouted.
"She can't even talk," Aureliano said. "She died like a little cricket."
Then Ursula gave into the evidence. "My God," she exclaimed in a low voice. "So this is what it's like to be dead.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“At first they thought it was a plague. Housewives were exhausted from sweeping away so many dead birds, especially at siesta time, and the men dumped them into the river by the cartload.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude