Bruna > Bruna's Quotes

“sabe, Hillé, às vezes penso que fomos pai e filha, mãe e filho, irmão irmã, que houve lutas e nós, e fios de sangue, que eu tinha fome de ti, que eu te matei, que saía de tuas narinas um cheiro de noite dor incesto e violência, que eras velha e moça e menina, que uns guizos em mim se batiam estridentes cada vez que eu te olhava, que havias sido minha desde sempre, barro e vasilha, espelho e amplidão, infinitas vezes nós dois em flashes nítidos rapidíssimos, recortados em ouro, em negro, numa lua esvaída sombra e sépia, nós dois muito claros num parapeito de pedra cor de terra”
― Hilda Hilst, A Obscena Senhora D

“Andábamos sin buscarnos, pero sabiendo que andábamos para encontrarnos”
― Julio Cortazar, Rayuela

“Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al vesre. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.”
― Julio Cortázar, Rayuela

“Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.”
― William Faulkner

“...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.”
― Angela Carter

“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.”
― Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

“Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.”
― Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

“ô literatura! Por que as coisas nos parecem sempre belas quando protegidas pela distância?”
― Lygia Fagundes Telles

“And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Caddy smelled like trees.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Hush, now", she said, stroking his head. "Hush. Dilsey got you." But he bellowed slowly, abjectly, without tears; the grave hopeless sound of all voiceless misery under the sound.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury