Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez; 6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014) was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo or Gabito throughout Latin America. Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century and one of the best in the Spanish language, he was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature. He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law...
NationalityColombian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 March 1927
CountryColombia
A person doesn't die when he should but when he can.
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.
Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.
The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.
To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.
If you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it