Francisco

“I feel that for white America to understand the significance of the problem of the Negro will take a bigger and tougher America than any we have yet known. I feel that America's past is too shallow, her national character too superficially optimistic, her very morality too suffused with color hate for her to accomplish so vast and complex a task. Culturally the Negro represents a paradox: Though he is an organic part of the nation, he is excluded by the ride and direction of American culture. Frankly, it is felt to be right to exclude him, and it if felt to be wrong to admit him freely. Therefore if, within the confines of its present culture, the nation ever seeks to purge itself of its color hate, it will find itself at war with itself, convulsed by a spasm of emotional and moral confusion. If the nation ever finds itself examining its real relation to the Negro, it will find itself doing infinitely more than that; for the anti-Negro attitude of whites represents but a tiny part - though a symbolically significant one - of the moral attitude of the nation. Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad, the holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity. It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness. Am I damning my native land? No; for I, too, share these faults of character! And I really do not think that America, adolescent and cocksure, a stranger to suffering and travail, an enemy of passion and sacrifice, is ready to probe into its most fundamental beliefs.”
― Richard Wright, Black Boy

“Ahora voy a pensar en ti, querida, solamente en ti toda la noche. Voy a pensar solamente en ti, es la única manera de sentirme a mí mismo, tenerte en el centro de mí mismo como un árbol, desprenderme poco a poco del tronco que me sostiene y me guía...”
― Julio Cortázar, Blow-Up and Other Stories

“Por momentos puede ser maravilloso eso de que todo el mundo escriba porque uno encuentra colegas en todas partes , y por momentos puede resultar pesado, porque cualquier gilipollas iletrado se siente imbuido de todos los defectos y de ninguna de las virtudes de un escritor verdadero. Nicanor Parra lo dijo: tal vez sería conveniente leer un poco más.”
― Roberto Bolaño, Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles, and Speeches, 1998-2003

“El autor debería morirse después de haber escrito su obra. Para allanarle el camino al texto.”
― Umberto Eco, El nombre de la rosa