Actually loneliness has a kind of fascination; it's a state of egotistical, inner grace that you can achieve only by standing guard on old, forgotten roads that no one travels anymore.
One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree? Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and makes us relive the emotions that filled it. Happy hours underlined in red pencil, dark ones in black...
Chess is all about getting the king into check, you see. It's about killing the father. I would say that chess has more to do with the art of murder than it does with the art of war.
Of all the universal lies she accepted unquestioningly, the happy ending was the most absurd. The hero and heroine lived happily ever after, and the ending seemed indisputable, definitive. No questions asked about how long love or happiness lasts in that 'forever' that can be divided into lifetimes, years, months. Even days
You've just mentioned the price that has to be paid...Pride, freedom...Knowledge. Whether at the beginning or at the end, you have to pay for everything. Even courage, don't you think? And don't you think a lot of courage is needed to fight God?
Films are for everyone, collective, generous, with children cheering when the cavalry arrives. And they're even better on TV: two can watch and comment. But your books are selfish. Solitary. Some of them can't even be read, they fall to bits if you open them. A person who's interested only in books doesn't need other people, and that frightens me
The world is full of banks and rivers running between them, of men and women crossing bridges and fords, unaware of the consequences, not looking back or beneath their feet, and with no loose change for the boatman.
Whenever I got any money, I invested it in books. When my savings dwindled, I got rid of everything else--pictures, furniture, china. I think you understand what it is to be a passionate collector of books...
Los libros son puertas que te llevan a la calle, decia Patricia. Con ellos aprendes, te educas, viajas, suenas, imaginas, vives otras vidas y multiplicas la tuya por mil.
Later, with time, I learned that although all men are capable of good and evil, the worst among them are those who, when they commit evil, do so by shielding themselves in the authority of others, in their subordination, or in the excuse of following orders. And even worse are those who believe they are justified by their God.
L]ife is like an expensive restaurant where, sooner or later, someone always hands you the bill, which is not to say that you should deny the joy and pleasure afforded by the dishes already eaten.
Respecto a los perros, nadie que no haya convivido con ellos conocera nunca, a fondo, hasta donde llegan las palabras generosidad, compania y lealtad. Nadie que no haya sentido en el brazo un hocico humedo intentando interponerse entre el libro que estas leyendo y tu, en demanda de una caricia, o haya contemplado esa noble cabeza ladeada, esos ojos grandes, oscuros, fieles, mirar en espera de un gesto o una simple palabra, podra entender de..
I'm afraid of wooden horses, cheap gin, and pretty girls. Especially when they give me presents. And when they go by the name of the woman who defeated Sherlock Holmes.
despite my youth I already suspected that it did no harm to keep my ears open. Just the opposite. In life, danger lies not in not knowing, but in revealing that you do: It is always good to have a sense of the music before the dance begins.
En un mundo donde el horror se vende como arte, donde el arte nace ya con la pretension de ser fotografiado, donde convivir con las imagenes del sufrimiento no tiene relacion con la conciencia ni con la compasion, las fotos de guerra no sirven para nada.
It really doesn't bother me," she said. "I've always thought it stupid to try to hide your age, or to pretend to be younger than you are. Denying your age is like denying your life."
And which devil do you prefer? Dante's?" "No. Much too terrifying. Too medieval for my taste." "Mephistopheles?" "Not him, either. He's too pleased with himself. Too much a trickster, like a crooked lawyer ... Anyway, I never trust people who smile a lot." "What about the one in The Karamazovs?" "Petty. A civil servant with dirty nails. I suppose the devil I prefer is Milton's fallen angel."
Nos hacemos fotos, no con el objeto de recordar, sino para completarlas despues con el resto de nuestras vidas. Por eso hay fotos que aciertan y fotos que no. Imagenes que el tiempo pone en su lugar, atribuyendo a unas su autentico significado, y negando otras que se apagan solas, igual que si los colores se borraran con el tiempo.