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"«Reyes debería ser un rey, o los ocho a la vez, como su nombre indicaba, pero no era ni lo uno ni lo otro.
Reyes tenía su propia baraja y era el sol, la luna, la estrella, el mago, los enamorados, la torre, el mundo, el juicio, el diablo, la muerte. (...) Y era extraña, muy extraña, la manera en la que los demás eran el juego pero Reyes era el futuro.»" — May 28, 2026 05:32AM
"«Reyes debería ser un rey, o los ocho a la vez, como su nombre indicaba, pero no era ni lo uno ni lo otro.
Reyes tenía su propia baraja y era el sol, la luna, la estrella, el mago, los enamorados, la torre, el mundo, el juicio, el diablo, la muerte. (...) Y era extraña, muy extraña, la manera en la que los demás eran el juego pero Reyes era el futuro.»" — May 28, 2026 05:32AM
“La Historia habla de batallas, de victorias y derrotas, de incontables soldados muertos, de cifras, de conquistas, de genocidas, de pueblos sometidos, de líderes buenos y malos, pero no menciona a las verdaderas víctimas de la guerra, hombres y mujeres, ancianos y niños, represaliados, vapuleados, humillados, obligados a aceptar las imposiciones de los vencedores cuando no asesinados con impunidad.”
― Y todos callaron
― Y todos callaron
“Soy tres mujeres. Soy la que era; soy la que no tenía derecho a ser pero era; soy la mujer a la que has salvado.Te doy las gracias, pistolero.”
― The Drawing of the Three
― The Drawing of the Three
“We have nothing but a history of our own invention to support this view. It suits us to believe it. It allows us to mistreat them, but convenience is not truth.”
― August
― August
“Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.'
'Seventeen,' Gus corrected.
'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.'
I was kind of crying by then.”
― The Fault in Our Stars
'Seventeen,' Gus corrected.
'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.'
I was kind of crying by then.”
― The Fault in Our Stars
“The puzzle of time, the mystery of creation, the problem of evil, the enigma of knowledge, the state of soul, the vexations of probability theory of the nature of God's grace, all reduced to a single question. What does it mean, in a world of God's creation, that man is free to choose between the paths of good and evil?”
― August
― August
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