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If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.

When you die of sorrow it’s as if you’ve broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That’s sorrow.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don’t have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.

But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie.

I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.

When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

There’s no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.

Reading Quotes

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him...

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats.

You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.

Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.

If life is misery, why do we endure it?

Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers.

We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?

You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.

Every hundred feet the world changes.

If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.

Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.

but inside she could feel herself starting to scream, or rather, she could feel, and see, the diving line between not-screaming and screaming. It was like opening your eyes in a cave bigger than the earth

descalzo en medio del sueño que se muevedesde nuestros corazones hasta nuestras necesidades

The Romantic Dogs Quotes

Todos tenemos algún antepasado imbécil. Todos, en algún momento de nuestras vidas, encontramos el rastro, las huellas vacilantes del más pelmazo de nuestros antepasados, y al mirar ese rostro huidizo nos damos cuenta, con estupor, con incredulidad, con horror, de que estamos contemplando nuestra propia cara que nos hace guiños y muecas amistosas desde el fondo de un pozo.

Los infrasoles (Drummond diría los alegres muchachos proletarios).

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«Hay momentos para recitar poesías y hay momentos para boxear».

What cannot be cannot be, besides which, it is impossible.

... everything was quiet, except for some boys playing soccer in the middle of the street. He honked the horn and the boys took a long time to get out of the way. In the rearview mirror he saw a Rand Charger appear at the other end of the street, He coasted along and let the Rand Charger catch up. The driver and his companion showed not the least interest in him and at the corner the Rand Charger passed his car and left him behind.

He aquí algo sobre el honor de los poetas. Yo tenía diecisiete años y unos deseos irrefrenables de ser escritor. Me preparé. Pero no me quedé quieto mientras me preparaba, pues comprendí que si así lo hacía no triunfaría jamás. Disciplina y un cierto encanto dúctil, ésas son las claves para llegar a donde uno se proponga. Disciplina: escribir cada mañana no menos de seis horas. Escribir cada mañana y corregir por las tardes y leer como un poseso por las noches. Encanto, o encanto dúctil: visitar a los escritores en sus residencias o abordarlos en las presentaciones de libros y decirles a cada uno justo aquello que quiere oír. Aquello que quiere oír desesperadamente. Y tener paciencia, pues no siempre funciona. Hay cabrones que te dan una palmadita en la espalda y luego si te he visto no me acuerdo. Hay cabrones duros y crueles y mezquinos. Pero no todos son así. Es necesario tener paciencia y buscar. Los mejores son los homosexuales, pero, ojo, es necesario saber en qué momento detenerse, es necesario saber con precisión qué es lo que no uno quiere, de lo contrario puedes acabar enculado de balde por cualquier viejo maricón de izquierda. Con las mujeres ocurre tres cuartas partes de lo mismo: las escritoras españolas que pueden echarte un cable suelen ser mayores y feas y el sacrificio a veces no vale la pena. Los mejores son los heterosexuales ya entrados en la cincuentena o en el umbral de la ancianidad. En cualquier caso: es ineludible acercarse a ellos. Es ineludible cultivar un huerto a la sombra de sus rencores y resentimientos. Por supuesto, hay que empollar sus obras completas. Hay que citarlos dos o tres veces en cada conversación. ¡Hay que citarlos sin descanso! Un consejo: no criticar nunca a los amigos del maestro. Los amigos del maestro son sagrados y una observación a destiempo puede torcer el rumbo del destino. Un consejo: es preceptivo abominar y despacharse a gusto contra los novelistas extranjeros, sobre todo si son norteamericanos, franceses o ingleses. Los escritores españoles odian a sus contemporáneos de otras lenguas y publicar una reseña negativa de uno de ellos será siempre bien recibida. Y callar y estar al acecho. Y delimitar las áreas de trabajo. Por la mañana escribir, por la tarde corregir, por las noches leer y en las horas muertas ejercer la diplomacia, el disimulo, el encanto dúctil. A los diecisiete años quería ser escritor. A los veinte publiqué mi primer libro. Ahora tengo veinticuatro y en ocasiones, cuando miro hacia atrás, algo semejante al vértigo se instala en mi cerebro. He recorrido un largo camino, he publicado cuatro libros y vivo holgadamente de la literatura (aunque si he de ser sincero, nunca necesité mucho para vivir, sólo una mesa, un ordenador y libros). Tengo una colaboración semanal con un periódico de derechas de Madrid. Ahora pontifico y suelto tacos y le enmiendo la plana (pero sin pasarme) a algunos políticos. Los jóvenes que quieren hacer una carrera como escritor ven en mí un ejemplo a seguir. Algunos dicen que soy la versión mejorada de Aurelio Baca. No lo sé. (A los dos nos duele España, aunque creo que por el momento a él le duele más que a mí). Puede que lo digan sinceramente, pero puede que lo digan para que me confíe y afloje. Si es por esto último no les voy a dar el gusto: sigo trabajando con el mismo tesón que antes, sigo produciendo, sigo cuidando con mimo mis amistades. Aún no he cumplido los treinta y el futuro se abre como una rosa, una rosa perfecta, perfumada, única. Lo que empieza como comedia acaba como marcha triunfal, ¿no?

The Savage Detectives Quotes

That's the way it is, he said, a slight sense of failure that keeps growing stronger and the body gets used to it. You can't escape the void, just as you can't help crossing the streets if you live in a city, with the added annoyance that sometimes the street is endlessly wide, the buildings look like warehouses out of gangster movies, and some people choose the worst moments to think about their mothers.

Mrs Dorothea’s typewriter was like a heart, a giant heart beating in the middle of the fog and chaos.

Sometimes I thought it was a good thing that he had gone blind, because that way he would never see me, never see my face, never see the look on my face when I was with him, which wasn't the look of a prostitute or a thief or a spy, but an expectant look, the look of someone hoping for anything and everything, from a kind word to a life-changing declaration.There weren't many kind words, because Maciste didn't talk much, but there were kind gestures. And there were no life-changing declarations, or at least none I recognized at the time, though since then I've come to remember each of Maciste's words as a key or a dark bridge that surely could have led me elsewhere, as if he were a fortune-telling machine designed exclusively for me, which I know isn't true, though sometimes I like to think so, not often, because I don't lie to myself the way I used to, but every once in a while.

Una novelita lumpen Quotes

Follar es lo único que desean los que van a morir.

Uno nunca termina de leer, aunque los libros se acaben, de la misma manera que uno nunca termina de vivir, aunque la muerte sea un hecho cierto.

Life, or the specter of life, is constantly challenging us for acts we’ve never committed. And sometimes for acts we never even thought of committing.

Há uma literatura para quando se está aborrecido. Abunda. Há uma literatura para quando está calmo. Esta é a melhor literatura, acho. Também há uma literatura para quando se está triste. E há uma literatura para quando se está alegre. Há uma literatura para quando se está ávido de conhecimento. E há uma literatura para quando se está desesperado. oi esta última que Ulisses Lima e Belano quiseram fazer. Grave erro, como se observará a seguir. Tomemos, por exemplo, um leitor médio, um tipo tranquilo, culto, de vida mais ou menos sadia, maduro. Um homem que compra livro e revistas de literatura. Bem, aí está. Esse homem pode ler aquilo que se escreve para quando se está sereno, para quando se está calmo, mas também pode ler qualquer outra classe de literatura, com o olhar crítico, sem cumplicidades absurdas ou lamentáveis, com desapaixonamento. É o que eu acho. Não quero ofender ninguém. Agora, pensemos no leitor desesperado, aquele a quem presumivelmente é dirigida a literatura dos desesperados. Quem é ele? Primeiro; é um leitor adolescente ou um adulto imaturo, acovardado, com os nervos à flor da pele. É o típico babaca (perdoem a expressão) que se suicidaria depois de ler Werther. Segundo: é um leitor limitado. Por que limitado? Elementar, porque só pode ser literatura desesperada ou para desesperados, dá na mesma, um tipo ou um exemplo, A montanha mágica (em minha modesta opinião, um paradigma da literatura tranquila, serena, completa) ou, já que aqui estamos, Os miseráveis, ou Guerra e Paz. Acho que fui bem claro, não? (...) E mais: os leitores desesperados são como as minas de ouro da Califórnia. Mais cedo do que se espera eles se esgotam! Por quê? É evidente! Não se pode viver desesperado a vida inteira, o corpo acaba se dobrando, a dor acaba se tornando insuportável, a lucidez se esvai em grandes jorros frios.

Мисля, че тя никога, дори в най-лошите времена, не е отписвала възможността да бъде щастлива.

Putas asesinas Quotes

Ésta es mi última transmisión desde el planeta de los monstruos. No me sumergiré nunca más en el mar de mierda de la literatura.

Literature Quotes

That was when I realized I was leaving my footprints all around the room. The soles of my feet were covered with blood. While continuing to move around, I carefully examined the prints. Suddenly I felt like laughing. They were dance steps. The footprints of St. Vitus. Footprints leading nowhere.

The Insufferable Gaucho Quotes

So Lorenzo grew up in Chile without arms, an unfortunate situation for any child, but he also grew up in Pinochet’s Chile, which turned unfortunate situations into desperate ones, on top of which he soon discovered that he was homosexual, which made his already desperate situation inconceivable and indescribable. Given these circumstances, it is not surprising that Lorenzo became an artist. (What else could he do?)

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At that moment, in spite of the dizziness, I felt like Nietzsche when he had his Eternal Return epiphany. An inexorable succession of nanoseconds, each one blessed by eternity.

The Insufferable Gaucho Quotes

Il giorno in cui non lo si vide più a passeggio per le vie di Concepciòn con i suoi libri sotto il braccio, sempre correttamente vestito (al contrario di Stein, che si vestiva come un barbone), diretto alla Facoltà di Medicina o a fare la coda davanti a qualche teatro o cinema, quando si volatilizzò, insomma, nessuno ne sentì la mancanza. Molti si sarebbero rallegrati della sua morte. Non per questioni strettamente politiche (Soto era simpatizzante del Partito Socialista, ma niente di più, simpatizzante, nemmeno un elettore fedele, io direi che era un sinistroide pessimista), ma per ragioni di natura estetica, per il piacere di vedere morto chi è più intelligente e più colto di te ed è privo dell'astuzia sociale di nasconderlo. Scriverlo adesso sembra una bugia. Ma era così, i nemici di Soto sarebbero stati capaci di perdonargli persino la sua mordacità: quello che non gli perdonarono mai fu l'indifferenza. L'indifferenza e l'intelligenza.

Distant Star Quotes

God have mercy on my soul. Sometimes I wish they'd all just die. My friend and his mother and his father and my aunt and all the neighbors and passers-by and drivers who leave their cars parked by the river and even the poor innocent children who run around in the park beside the river. God have pity on my soul and make me better. Or unmake me.

The Insufferable Gaucho Quotes

El silencio es como una pantalla blanca que hay que llenar. Si la llenas, ya nada malo puede ocurrirte.

Ξαφνικά συνειδητοποίησα πως είχαμε γαληνέψει, πως για κάποιο μυστηριώδη λόγο είχαμε καταφέρει να γαληνέψουμε μαζί και ότι από εδώ και στο εξής τα πράγματα θ' άρχιζαν ανεπαίσθητα να αλλάζουν. Λες και μετακινήθηκε, στ' αλήθεια, ο κόσμος.

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