All real persons in this novel are fictional, only the fictional are real. - P7
At one point they tried to calculate when time began, when exactly the earth had been created. - P13
Years later, when many of his memories had already scattered like frightened pigeons, he could still go back to that morning when he was wandering aimlessly through the streets of Vienna, and a vagrant with a mustache like García Márquez’s was selling newspapers on the sidewalk in the early March sun. A wind blew up and several of the newspapers swirled into the air. He tried to help, chasing down two or three and returning them. You can keep one, said Márquez. - P14
Gaustine, that’s what we’ll call him, even though he himself used the name like an invisibility cloak, took the newspaper and handed the man a banknote, a rather large one for the occasion. - P14
His gaze fell upon it. A thin smile that held more bitterness than joy flitted across his face. He would have to disappear again. - P15
|