Perhaps the most terrifying thing about a writer’s death is that they will never write new words. But their legacy will always remain, threaded through each line, each page, each profound and touching idea that found its way to print.
"The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love."
Rest in peace, Gabriel García Márquez. May the sublime beauty of your words live on.
"A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself."