"So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star."

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She would walk through the kitchen at any hour, whenever she was hungry, and put her fork in the pots and eat a little of everything without placing anything on a plate, standing in front of the stove, talking to the serving women, who were the only ones with whom she felt comfortable, the ones she got along with best.

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez