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Quotes by Colombian Authors
"I admire Madonna because she always did whatever she felt like doing. She went through some controversial periods when people rejected her, but she kept on reinventing herself."
"If you're asking if my breasts are natural, yes, this is how I've looked since I was 13 years old."
"What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it."
"Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood."
"The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good."
"I was familiar with that and 'Rio Bravo.' 'Rio Bravo' was what John Carpenter did, that brilliant move of taking a western and turning it into an urban flick. And from there you got, you know, all the cop genre movies of the time."
"I will protect all Colombians regardless of whether the attacks come from guerrillas or paramilitaries."
"He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: "Only God knows how much I loved you."
"I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind, but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature."
"Injections are the best thing ever invented for feeding doctors."
"Latins for Republicans - it's like roaches for Raid."
"I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world."
"The young doctor was disappointed: he had never had th eopportunity to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. Dr. Juvenal Urbino had been surprised that he had not seen him at the Medical School, but he understood in an instant from the young man's blush and Andean accent that he was probably a recent arrival to the city. He said: "There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance one of these days." And only after he said it did he realize that among the countless suicides he could remeber, this was the first with cyanide that had not been caused by the sufferings of love. Then something changed in the tone of his voice. "And when you do find one, observe with care," he said to the intern: "they almost always have crystals in their heart."
"He wanted to be a lawyer, couldn't afford it, so he started dealing to go to college - good intention."
"But what worries me is not your shooting me, because after all, for people like us it's a natural death." He laid his glasses on the bed and took off his watch and chain. "What worries me," he went on, "is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you've ended up as bad as they are. And no ideal in life is worth that much baseness."
"The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary."
"But in her loneliness in the palace she learned to know him, they learned to know each other, and she discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them."
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