And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were. - Gabriel García Márquez

She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.

[The captain] looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love and was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.