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“That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you to another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“Have you ever noticed that when your mind is awakened or drawn to someone new, that person's name suddenly pops up everywhere you go? My friend Sophie calls it coincidence, and Mr. Simpless, my parson friend, calls it Grace. He thinks that if one cares deeply about someone or something new one throws a kind of energy out into the world, and "fruitfulness" is drawn in. ”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“I love seeing the bookshops and meeting the booksellers-- booksellers really are a special breed. No one in their right mind would take up clerking in a bookstore for the salary, and no one in his right mind would want to own one-- the margin of profit is too small. So, it has to be a love of readers and reading that makes them do it-- along with first dibs on the new books.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrow, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“I don't want to be married just to be married. I can't think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can't talk to, or worse, someone I can't be silent with.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“La tía Daniela se enamoró como se enamoran siempre las mujeres inteligentes: como una idiota.”
― Angeles Mastretta, Mujeres de ojos grandes

“Le había enseñado que la vida de los otros, el dolor de los otros, el alivio de los otros debía regir el aliento, las madrugadas, la valentía y la paz de todo médico.”
― Ángeles Mastretta

“Memory is satisfied desire.”
― Carlos Fuentes

“Simplemente, considero que la política es la actuación pública de pasiones privadas. Incluyendo, sobre todo, acaso, la pasión amorosa. Pero las pasiones son formas arbitrarias de la conducta y la política es una disciplina.”
― Carlos Fuentes, The Eagle's Throne

“La Silla del Águila es nada más y nada menos que un asiento en la montaña rusa que llamamos La República Mexicana.”
― Carlos Fuentes, The Eagle's Throne

“Si, soy un utopista. Muero soñando que la sociedad debe ser gobernada por hombres de cultura, bondad y buen gusto.”
― Carlos Fuentes, The Eagle's Throne

“No era el hombre más honesto ni el más piadoso, pero era un hombre valiente.”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Captain Alatriste

“Es agradable ser feliz, pensó. Y saberlo mientras lo eres.”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, El tango de la Guardia Vieja

“El heroísmo ajeno siempre conmueve una barbaridad.”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, La sombra del águila

“Una mujer nunca es sólo una mujer, querido Max. Es también, y sobre todo, los hombres que tuvo, que tiene y que podría tener. Ninguna se explica sin ellos.”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, El tango de la Guardia Vieja

“I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity.”
― Paul Auster, Moon Palace

“Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them.”
― Paul Auster

“When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.”
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

“Libraries aren't in the real world, after all. They're places apart, sanctuaries of pure thought. In this way I can go on living on the moon for the rest of my life.”
― paul auster

“All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.”
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

“You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.”
― Paul Auster

“Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.”
― Paul Auster

“But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a
story cannot dwell on what might have been.”
― Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy

“In the end, each life is no more than the
sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own
lack of purpose.”
― Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy

“Every book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words represent many months if not many years, of one man’s solitude, so that with each word one reads in a book one might say to himself that he is confronting a particle of that solitude”
― Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude

“Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.”
― Paul Auster, Man in the Dark

“Las mejores palabras de amor están entre dos gentes que no se dicen nada.”
― Jaime Sabines

“Espero curarme de ti en unos días. Debo dejar de fumarte, de beberte, de pensarte. Es posible. Siguiendo las prescripciones de la moral en turno. Me receto tiempo, abstinencia, soledad.

¿Te parece bien que te quiera nada más una semana? No es mucho, ni es poco, es bastante. En una semana se puede reunir todas las palabras de amor que se han pronunciado sobre la tierra y se les puede prender fuego. Te voy a calentar con esa hoguera del amor quemado. Y también el silencio. Porque las mejores palabras del amor están entre dos gentes que no se dicen nada.

Hay que quemar también ese otro lenguaje lateral y subversivo del que ama. (Tú sabes cómo te digo que te quiero cuando digo: «qué calor hace», «dame agua», «¿sabes manejar?», «se hizo de noche»... Entre las gentes, a un lado de tus gentes y las mías, te he dicho «ya es tarde», y tú sabías que decía «te quiero»).

Una semana más para reunir todo el amor del tiempo. Para dártelo. Para que hagas con él lo que quieras: guardarlo, acariciarlo, tirarlo a la basura. No sirve, es cierto. Sólo quiero una semana para entender las cosas. Porque esto es muy parecido a estar saliendo de un manicomio para entrar a un panteón.”
― Jaime Sabines, Recuento De Poemas, 1950-93