On her sixteenth birthday, the princess’s future depends on her ability to sing beautifully to the assembled court. When she can’t sing—and is publicly humiliated—she comes to believe she’s a complete failure. She leaves the kingdom rather than live among people who look at her only with pity.
Work I love
Words Foretold
Work I love8 CommentsGarcía Márquez died today, and I feel strangely destitute, as if a friend passed away. In homage, I want to gather your favorite quotes from his work. What are you favorite quotes from his work? I’ll post them here—I’d love to know, and it’s a way of honoring him. I wouldn't say that García Márquez is my favorite writer--I haven't reread his work in years--but he's one of the writers who convinced me that fiction can change reality. The first time I picked up One Hundred Years of Solitude, it was as if the sea had swallowed me whole. Such was the force of his words. And here’s my favorite line, from a man who was reborn through his work. It's from Love in the Time of Cholera -- my own translation.
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give them life, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
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