“She looks defeated. Beautiful and soft and damaged standing there before me partially clothed in the light of the moon beaming through the tall window. Beautiful, but defeated. That look in her eyes, it somehow latches onto my soul and… — J.A. Redmerski Copy Share Image
“Well," Aureliano said. "Tell me what it is." Pilar Ternera bit her lips with a sad smile. "That you would be good in a war," she said. "Where you put your eye, you put your bullet.” — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
