Poverty was the greatest motivating factor in my life.
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
Perhaps one of the most difficult things for us to do is to choose a notable and joyous dress for men. There would be more joy in life if we were to accustom ourselves to use all the beautiful colours we can in fashioning our own clothes.
People spend a lifetime thinking about how they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know very clearly. To me it’s very clear now. I wish my life could have been like the years when I was writing “Love in the Time of Cholera.”
People seem good while they are oppressed, but they only wish to become oppressors in their turn: life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
People miss happiness by chasing after false values and repressing the feelings that make life valuable and beautiful. When you get up in the morning feeling fine your experience during just those few minutes or hours when you are reacting happily to life is an end in itself.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
People don’t find the personal lives of people with much, much more power than any celebrity would have – don’t find their personal lives interesting.
Our life is made by the death of others.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments.
