Cris Rodríguez

“The household was pervaded by this atmosphere of a calm adult woman and a man who gave into animal impulses. She reported to him in great detail what her analyst ... said about his binges and his hostility; she used Charley's money to pay Dr. Andrews to catalog his abnormalities. And of course Charley never heard anything directly from the doctor; he had no way of keeping her from reporting what served her and holding back what did not. The doctor, too, had no way of getting to the truth of what she told him; no doubt she only gave him the facts that suited her picture, so that the doctor's picture of Charley was based on what she wanted him to know. By the time she had edited both going and coming there was little of it outside her control.”
― Philip K. Dick, Confessions of a Crap Artist

“Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

“La música es la más inútil, biológicamente hablando, de todas las Artes, y, por ello, por su pavorosa y radical inutilidad, es la más grande de todas ellas; la menos irracional, la más intelectual, la más espiritual, la más humana, en tanto que esto signifique superación de los seres inferiores”
― Torcuato Luca de Tena, Los renglones torcidos de Dios

“You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.”
― Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf