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  • #1
    Milan Kundera
    “You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #2
    Milan Kundera
    “The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
    Milan Kundera, Ignorance

  • #3
    Milan Kundera
    “Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You'd dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You'd see the face of a stranger. And you'd know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.”
    Milan Kundera, Immortality

  • #4
    Milan Kundera
    “Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary.”
    Milan Kundera, Immortality

  • #5
    Milan Kundera
    “Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world.
    But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.”
    Milan Kundera, Immortality

  • #6
    Zygmunt Bauman
    “Desire and love act at cross purposes. love is a net cast on eternity, desire is a stratagem to be spared the chores of net weaving.

    True to their nature, love would strive to perpetuate the desire. Desire, on the other hand, would shun love's shackles.”
    Zygmunt Bauman, Liquid Love: On the Frailty of Human Bonds

  • #6
    Ernesto Sabato
    “Es curioso, pero vivir consiste en construir futuros recuerdos.
    El Tunel”
    Ernesto Sabato
    tags: life

  • #8
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Billy miró el reloj que había sobre la cocina. Tenía que matar el tiempo durante una hora antes de que llegara el platillo. Se fue a la salita balanceando la botella como si fuera una campana, se sentó en una butaca y encendió el televisor. Entonces, tras haberse aislado ligeramente del tiempo, vio la última película, primero al revés, de fin a principio, y luego otra vez en sentido normal. Era una película sobre la actuación de los bombarderos americanos durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial y sobre los valientes hombres que los tripulaban. Vista hacia atrás la historia era así:
    Aviones americanos llenos de agujeros, de hombres heridos y de cadáveres, despegaban de espaldas en un aeródromo de Inglaterra. Al sobrevolar Francia se encontraban con aviones alemanes de combate que volaban hacia atrás, aspirando balas y trozos de metralla de algunos aviones y dotaciones. Lo mismo se repitió con algunos aviones americanos destrozados en tierra, que alzaron el vuelo hacia atrás y se unieron a la formación.
    La formación volaba de espaldas hacia una ciudad alemana que era presa de las llamas. Cuando llegaron, los bombarderos abrieron sus escotillas y merced a un milagroso magnetismo redujeron el fuego, concentrándolo en unos cilindros de acero que aspiraron hasta hacerlos entrar en sus entrañas. Los containers fueron almacenados con todo cuidado en hileras. Pero allí abajo, los alemanes también tenían sus propios inventos milagrosos, consistentes en largos tubos de acero que utilizaron para succionar más balas y trozos de metralla de los aviones y de sus tripulantes. Pero todavía quedaban algunos heridos americanos, y algunos de los aviones estaban en mal estado. A pesar de ello, al sobrevolar Francia aparecieron nuevos aviones alemanes que solucionaron el conflicto. Y todo el mundo estuvo de nuevo sano y salvo.

    Cuando los bombarderos volvieron a sus bases, los cilindros de acero fueron sacados de sus estuches y devueltos en barcos a los Estados Unidos de América. Allí las fábricas funcionaban de día y de noche extrayendo el peligroso contenido de los recipientes. Lo conmovedor de la escena era que el trabajo lo realizaban, en su mayor parte, mujeres. Los minerales peligrosos eran enviados a especialistas que se encontraban en regiones lejanas. Su tarea consistía en enterrarlos y esconderlos bien para que así no volvieran a hacer daño a nadie.

    Los pilotos americanos mudaron sus uniformes para convertirse en muchachos que asistían a las escuelas superiores. Y Hitler se transformó en niño, según dedujo Billy Pilgrim. En la película no estaba. Porque Billy extrapolaba. Y se imaginó que todos se volvían niños, que toda la humanidad, sin excepción, conspiraba biológicamente para producir dos criaturas perfectas llamadas Adán y Eva.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #9
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And so it goes...”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #10
    Zygmunt Bauman
    “Las palabras, pronunciadas o tipiadas ya no luchan por consignar el viaje de descubrimiento espiritual. Tal como lo expresó admirablemente Chris Moss (en el Guardian Weekend),[11] por medio de “el chat por Internet, los teléfonos móviles, los mensajes de texto”, “la introspección es reemplazada por una interacción frenética y frívola que expone nuestros secretos más profundos al lado de nuestra lista de compras.”
    Zygmunt Bauman

  • #11
    Zygmunt Bauman
    “Ser dos significa aceptar un futuro indeteminado”
    Zygmunt Bauman, Liquid Love: On the Frailty of Human Bonds

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “Do you hate people?”

    “I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
    Charles Bukowski, Barfly

  • #13
    George Orwell
    “Quien controla el presente controla el pasado y quien controla el pasado controlará el futuro.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #14
    George Orwell
    “Ya no había amigos, sino camaradas. Pero persistía una diferencia: unos camaradas eran más agradables que otros.”
    George Orwell

  • #15
    George Orwell
    “Al final, el Partido anunciaría que dos y dos son cinco y habría que creerlo.”
    George Orwell

  • #16
    George Orwell
    “Winston Smith: Does Big Brother exist?
    O'Brien: Of course he exists.
    Winston Smith: Does he exist like you or me?
    O'Brien: You do not exist.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women
    tags: love

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “I think I need a drink.'
    'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “I met a genius on the train
    today
    about 6 years old,
    he sat beside me
    and as the train
    ran down along the coast
    we came to the ocean
    and then he looked at me
    and said,
    it’s not pretty.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    José Saramago
    “The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.”
    José Saramago, Blindness

  • #25
    Charles Bukowski
    “There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. People so tired, mutilated either by love or no love”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #26
    Charles Bukowski
    “Style is the answer to everything.
    A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
    To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
    To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art

    Bullfighting can be an art
    Boxing can be an art
    Loving can be an art
    Opening a can of sardines can be an art

    Not many have style
    Not many can keep style
    I have seen dogs with more style than men,
    although not many dogs have style.
    Cats have it with abundance.

    When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
    that was style.
    Or sometimes people give you style
    Joan of Arc had style
    John the Baptist
    Jesus
    Socrates
    Caesar
    García Lorca.

    I have met men in jail with style.
    I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
    Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
    Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
    or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #27
    Charles Bukowski
    “people run from rain but
    sit
    in bathtubs full of
    water.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966

  • #28
    Charles Bukowski
    “when you're young
    a pair of
    female
    high-heeled shoes
    just sitting
    alone
    in the closet
    can fire your
    bones;
    when you're old
    it's just
    a pair of shoes
    without
    anybody
    in them
    and
    just as
    well.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #29
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #30
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.”
    Jorge Luis Borges



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