To Mom, Dad, Craig and all of my special friends: Thank-you for loving me and always making me feel good about myself.
In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
