How Will I Ever Get Out Of

She Searched The Truth With An Anguish Almost As Great As Her Terrible Fear Of Finding It .

Most Critics Don't Realize That A Novel Like One Hundred Years Of Solitude Is A Bit Of A Joke, Full Of Signals To Close Friends; And So, With Some Pre-ordained Right To Pontificate They Take On The Responsibility Of Decoding The Book And Risk Making Terrible Fools Of Themselves.

I Never Had Intimate Friends, And The Few Who Came Close Are In New York. By Which I Mean They're Dead, Because That's Where I Suppose Condemned Souls Go In Order Not To Endure The Truth Of Their Past Lives.

A Lie Is More Comfortable Than Doubt, More Useful Than Love, More Lasting Than Truth.

Music Is Important For One's Health.