Moises Hasbun

“-Dime, qué comemos.
El coronel necesitó setenta y cinco años -los setenta y cinco años de su vida, minuto a minuto- para llegar a ese instante. Se sintió puro, explícito, invencible, en el momento de responder:
-Mierda.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, El coronel no tiene quien le escriba

“- La ilusión no se come - dijo ella.
- No se come, pero alimenta - replicó el coronel.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, El coronel no tiene quien le escriba

“I came out of the park. The city streets rose up around me. There was a hotel with a courtyard with metal tables and chairs for people to sit in more clement weather. Today they were snow-strewn and forlorn. A lattice of wire was strung across the courtyard. Paper lanterns were hanging from the wires, spheres of vivid orange that blew and trembled in the snow and the thin wind; the sea-grey clouds raced across the sky and the orange lanterns shivered against them. The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye