Melancholy Whores Quotes & Sayings

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light - grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores. — Eleanor Catton

Under the burning sun on the street I began to feel the weight of my ninety years, and to count minute by minute the minutes of the nights I had left before I died. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez