Jorge Ascencio

“I went to the library. I looked at the magazines, at the pictures in them. One day I went to the bookshelves, and pulled out a book. It was Winesburg, Ohio.. I sat at a long mahogany table and began to read. All at once my world turned over. The sky fell in. The book held me. The tears came. My heart beat fast. I read until my eyes burned. I took the book home. I read another Anderson. I read and I read, and I was heartsick and lonely and in love with a book, many books, until it came naturally, and I sat there with a pencil and a long tablet, and tried to write, until I felt I could not go on because the words would not come as they did in Anderson, they only came like drops of blood from my heart.”
― John Fante, Dreams from Bunker Hill

“Bit it's what bein a hard man is aw aboot; its a journey, a fucking self destructive quest tae find yir limits, cause they fuckin limits eywis come in the form ay a harder man. A big. strong, stiff hard man whae can dae it for ye, whae can teach ye, show ye whaire ye stand, where yir fuckin parameters ur.”
― Irvine Welsh, Porno

“—¿Es usted desgraciado? —continué. —No puedo decir que lo sea. —¿Disfruta de la vida? —No puedo decir que disfrute… Vacilé, con miedo a estar yendo demasiado lejos, a estar desnudando a un hombre hasta dejar al descubierto alguna desesperación oculta, inadmisible, insoportable. —No disfruta usted de la vida —repetí, un poco titubeante— . ¿Cómo se siente usted, entonces, respecto a la vida? —No puedo decir que sienta nada. —¿Pero se siente usted vivo? —¿Que si me siento vivo? En realidad no. Hace muchísimo tiempo que no me siento vivo.”
― Oliver Sacks, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales

“I drink to make other people more interesting.”
― Hemingway, Ernest