Angélica Gorodischer

“Why say 'the world is complicated' and stop there? I say the world is complicated but not incomprehensible. Only you have to look at it steadily. Isn't it true a person's shoulder hurts sometimes because they've got a disorder in their stomach? And then what does a stupid doctor do? Order massages for the shoulder. What does a wise doctor do? He takes time to think about it, watches the patient carefully, gives him some medicine for his stomach, and the pain in his shoulder goes away. Better yet, he explains to his patients what they have to do to keep their stomach from getting out of order. One day his patient's going to get old and die, just like himself, just like us, and one day, incredible as it may seem, the Empire's going to die, and how foolish people are who whine about it, and whine about how complicated the world is. A seamstress's room is complicated too, but even at night, with the lights out, she can reach out in the darkness and find the yellow thread, the needles, the pincushion. We couldn't, because we don't know the order things are in, in the seamstress's room. And we can't see the order the world is in. But all the same it's there, right under our eyes.”
― Angélica Gorodischer, Kalpa Imperial: The Greatest Empire That Never Was

“A los veinte años yo calculaba, medía, pesaba y planificaba. Casi cuarenta después, era capaz de apretarme la nariz y tirarme a la pileta sin haber averiguado antes si había agua o no. Pero con los ojos abiertos. Me gustaba más a mí misma ahora que a los veinte años. Una de dos, o la experiencia me había dado lo que la sabiduría popular atribuye a la juventud, o la sabiduría popular es una mierda. Me incliné por la segunda posibilidad.”
― Angélica Gorodischer