Crowded out O' Crofield; Or, the Boy Who Made His Way

“It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.””

— William O. Stoddard

“There is always something left to love.””

— William O. Stoddard

“He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.””

— William O. Stoddard

“...time was not passing...it was turning in a circle...””

— William O. Stoddard

“Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.””

— William O. Stoddard

“He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.””

— William O. Stoddard

“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.””

— William O. Stoddard

“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice...””

— William O. Stoddard

“They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.””

— William O. Stoddard