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Quote by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.”

Quote by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gabriel Garcia Marquez was a renowned Colombian novelist and a leading figure in the magical realism literary movement. His works, characterized by a unique blend of reality and fantasy, have won him widespread acclaim. His most famous novel, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', is considered a masterpiece of Latin American literature. more

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