Some excerpts from the works of Gabriel Garcia Marquez

In this March 6, 2014 photo, Colombian Nobel Literature laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez greets fans and reporters outside his home on his 87th birthday in Mexico City. Garcia Marquez died Thursday April 17, 2014 at his home in Mexico City. The author's magical realist novels and short stories exposed tens of millions of readers to Latin America's passion, superstition, violence and inequality. (AP Photo/Eduardo Verdugo) (The Associated Press)

A framed poem written by Colombian author Gabriel Garcia Marquez hangs inside the private restaurant Mama Ines in Old Havana, Cuba, Thursday, April 17, 2014. Colombian Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez died Thursday at his home in Mexico City. The author's magical realist novels and short stories exposed tens of millions of readers to Latin America's passion, superstition, violence and inequality. (AP Photo/Franklin Reyes) (The Associated Press)

FILE - In this Jan. 4, 2006 file photo, boys play soccer in front a mural of Colombian Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez in Aracataca, Colombia, the writer's hometown. Marquez died on Thursday, April 17, 2014 at his home in Mexico City. (AP Photo/Fernando Vergara, File) (The Associated Press)

Here are some excerpts from the works of Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

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"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." — One Hundred Years of Solitude

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"It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love." - Love in the Time of Cholera

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"On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on. He'd dreamed he was going through a grove of timber trees where a gentle drizzle was falling, and for an instant he was happy in his dream, but when he awoke he felt completely spattered with bird shit." - Chronicle of a Death Foretold

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"Drowning in the pandemonium of abstract formulas which for two centuries had constituted the moral justification of the family's power, Big Mama emitted a loud belch and expired " - Big Mama's Funeral

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"Over the weekend the vultures got into the presidential palace by pecking through the screens of the balcony windows and the flapping of their wings stirred up the stagnant time inside, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke out of its lethargy of centuries with the warm, soft breeze of a great man dead and rotting grandeur." - The Autumn of the Patriarch