By fusing two seemingly disparate literary traditions — the realist and the fabulist — the book proved to be the literary equivalent of the discovery of the transistor. For many writers and readers, it opened up a new way of understanding their countries and themselves.
in her obituary for Gabriel García Márquez in The Washington Post. Gabriel García Márquez, Nobel Prize-winning explorer of myth and reality, dies at 87
There is no wholeness without the appearance of diversity. Wholeness actually expresses itself as the astonishing diversity and multiplicity of life.
Jeff Foster, The Deepest Acceptance
The very desire for guarantees that our values are eternal and secure in some objective heaven is perhaps only a craving for the certainties of childhood or the absolute values of our primitive past
Whatever you can imagine in life you can have it, it’s anybody’s dream.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it
Believe those who are seeking the truth; doubt those who find it; doubt everything, but don’t doubt of yourself
Do not complain about how the stars are not visible, if you never, already at the outset, appreciated their appearance on the nightsky.
Back in the thirties we were told we must collectivize the nation because the people were so poor. Now we are told we must collectivize the nation because the people are so rich.
Our culture is our identity. Do not fear to show the world where you came from & where you’re headed to.
I cannot tell you to stop doing what you think you have to do, just to survive. Believe me, I wish I could give you a world where you would not have to, but that world is still just a dream, so do what you must.
I don’t know why we long so for permanence, why the fleeting nature of things so disturbs. With futility, we cling to the old wallet long after it has fallen apart. We visit and revisit the old neighborhood where we grew up, searching for the remembered grove of trees and the little fence. We clutch our old photographs. In our churches and synagogues and mosques, we pray to the everlasting and eternal. Yet, in every nook and cranny, nature screams at the top of her lungs that nothing lasts, that it is all passing away. All that we see around us, including our own bodies, is shifting and evaporating and one day will be gone. Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?
It’s a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.
Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.