Jo’s Reading Room

“In front of the entrance to the Hall, he lit incense, reverently standing to the side of the copper cauldron, he folded his hands in prayer and bowed his head.
Then, he said within himself: May the Buddha be merciful, and grant me some light as to where I should seek.
Then he said within himself: May the Buddha be merciful, and tell me if there is any meaning at all to this seeking.
And then he said within himself: We do not know what you thought about the world. We misunderstand every one of your words. We are utterly lost.
And, to conclude, he added: Just as you once prophesied, dear, sweet, unforgettable Buddha.
The grandson of Prince Genji then lowered his hands, holding them tightly to his sides, raised his head, and bowed deeply, twice.”
― László Krasznahorkai, A Mountain to the North, a Lake to the South, Paths to the West, a River to the East

“The ear is the organ of fear. It is a door to that which is not of this world.”
― Mónica Ojeda, Chamanes eléctricos en la fiesta del sol

“Tenía el don de ofrecerse y no darse.”
― Alicia Yánez Cossío, Bruna and Her Sisters in the Sleeping City

“La gente joven, y con ella los numerosísimos sobrinos, emigraban de la ciudad hacia la vida. Iban tratando de escapar del soroche que les seguía pisándoles los talones.”
― Alicia Yánez Cossío, Bruna and Her Sisters in the Sleeping City