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Banking was still in such a rudimentary state that even bankers seemed to be baffled by it.
— Virginia Cowles
In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Where one did not suffer with day to day problems because they were solved before hand in ones imagination.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
It is easier to start a war than to end it.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
We have not been scuffling in this waste-howling wildness for the right to be stupid.
— Toni Cade Bambara
So many knives and forks and spoons were not meant for a human being but for a centipede ...
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
— William Shakespeare
It's like your batteries get low, and you need to charge them on someone else's story.
— Margaret Cho
I fear I am beyond your comprehension. - Gandalf the White
— J.R.R. Tolkien
I cannot recognize Christianity in his (Nietzsche's) rants against the church, but I do recognize too much of myself.
— John Mark Reynolds
I accept challenges, I have always done that in writing.
— Jack Prelutsky
I am a guy," I say.
"And I hate boys," she says.
"But a guy's different," I say.
"Maybe a little," she says. — Ned Vizzini
"And I hate boys," she says.
"But a guy's different," I say.
"Maybe a little," she says. — Ned Vizzini
My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.
— James Patterson
In the end all books are written for your friends.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez