Love...my way

While in The Big Thai, I finished Love in the Time of Cholera. As I posted on my reading list, this was the first book that hit the nail on the head when it came to my idea of love. Love to me is all-consuming. It hurdles over boundaries of time and space, and makes me stupid enough to abandon real conscious thought and make exceptions to rules I thought mattered. This love is a bit more extreme than love I've known, but hey, we all have our limitations. It's the story of a man who loves a woman so much that he waits his whole life for her for her (despite having 622 affairs and quite a magnificent career along the way). It's a tale to remind you that sometimes love doesn't go away simply because we want it to: sometimes it's with you for life.


Here's Gabriel Garcia Marquez on money...

"No, not rich," he said. "I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing."


On marriage... "It was against all scientific reason for two people who hardly knew each other, with no ties at all between them, with different characters, different upbringings, and even different genders, to suddenly find themselves committed to living together, to sleeping in the same bed, to sharing two destinies that perhaps were fated to go in opposite directions. He would say: "The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast."

"The problem with public life is learning to overcome terror; the problem in married life is learning to overcome boredom."

"Always remember that the most important thing in a good marriage is not happiness, but stability."


On death... "

Death has no sense of the ridiculous."

I gave it a 5/5 for all the reasons listed above. Highly recommended.
Good day...we're off for shabu.