Antonio Vásquez

“Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.”
― franz kafka

“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

“No son las palabras lo que importa. Tampoco las acciones. Uno dice "buenos días", "cómo estás", "da lo mismo", "te quiero", "perdóname" y, después de todo, no significa nada. Uno hace tal o cual cosa y eso resulta, al fin y al cabo, como decir "no sé lo que hago". Por principio de cuentas, los otros interpretan palabras y acciones a su manera, como quieren o pueden entenderlas. Lo que importa, al fin y al cabo, son las consecuencias.”
― Juan Vicente Melo, La obediencia nocturna

“She was forcing it with her scorn, the kiss she gave me, the hard curl of her lips, the mockery of her eyes, until I was like a man made of wood and there was no feeling within me except terror and a fear of her, a sense that her beauty was too much, that she was so much more beautiful than I, deeper rooted than I. She made me a stranger unto myself, she was all of those calm nights and tall eucalyptus trees, the desert stars, that land and sky, that fog outside, and I had come there with no purpose save to be a mere writer, to get money, to make a name for myself and all that piffle. She was so much finer than I, so much more honest, that I was sick of myself and I could not look at her warm eyes, I suppressed the shiver brought on by her brown arms around my neck and the long fingers in my hair. I did not kiss her. She kissed me, author of The Little Dog Laughed. Then she took my wrist with her two hands. She pressed her lips into the palm of my hand. She placed my hand upon her bosom between her breasts. She turned her lips towards my face and waited. And Arturo Bandini, the great author dipped deep into his colourful imagination, romantic Arturo Bandini, just chock-full of clever phrases, and he said, weakly, kittenishly, 'Hello.”
― John Fante, Ask the Dust