“The moon was turned toward me,
Like a platter made of gold,
My death, it almost bored me,
So often was it told.”

“You know, I've lived a long time," he told me, massaging my calf more firmly now. "And I met a lot of people. But I ain't never met a woman made me want to beat her to death as often as you.”

“Witch, do this for me,
Find me a moon
made of longing.
Then cut it sliver thin,
and having cut it,
hang it high
above my beloved's house,
so that she may look up
tonight
and see it,
and seeing it, sigh for me
as I sigh for her,
moon or no moon.”

“My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people's.”

“Conversations bore me, to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to my soul.”

“Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.”

“I had to listen when my friends told me to wash my eyes with blood
Everything at once was tangled in blood —
each face, each idol, red everywhere.
Blood swept over the sun, washing away its gold.
The moon erupted with blood, its silver extinguished.”

“That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. And that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground. And that no sexton be asked to toll the bell. And that nobody is wished to see my dead body. And that no murners walk behind me at my funeral. And that no flours be planted on my grave. And that no man remember me.”

“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”

“"I want five children, like in my own family, because with five, then I will know that one will be guaranteed to turn out like me," Donald told a close friend.”