“Sometimes they would remain there in silence until nightfall, opposite each other, looking into each other’s eyes, loving each other as much as in their scandalous days.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Very poetic and pretty if taken slightly from the context. The characters referred to are lovers who don’t yet know that they are aunt and nephew. This is kind of a messed up book. Relatives falling in love with one another and everything, and some of them are pretty damn cold-blooded.
