Jacob

“el padre Latour juzgó que, así como los blancos se imponían a cualquier paisaje, lo cambiaban y rehacían (para acabar dejando alguna señal o recuerdo de su estancia), en cambio la costumbre india era cruzar un lugar sin dejar rastro, como el pez en el agua o los pájaros en el cielo”
― Willa Cather, A Death in the Desert

“Ahora no poseo nada en el mundo; incluso el calor de mi cuerpo se lo lleva la brisa de verano”
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

“The perfect being, huh? There is no such thing as perfect in this world. That may sound cliché, but it’s the truth. The average person admires perfection and seeks to obtain it. But, what’s the point of achieving perfection? There is none. Nothing. Not a single thing. I loathe perfection! If something is perfect, then there is nothing left. There is no room for imagination. No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities. Do you know what that means? For scientists such as ourselves, perfection only brings despair. It is our job to create things more wonderful than anything before them, but never to obtain perfection. A scientist must be a person who finds ecstasy while suffering from that antimony. In short, the moment that foolishness left your mouth and reached my ears, you had already lost. Of course, that’s assuming you are a scientist”
― Tite Kubo

“La libertad y la democracia vienen a significar lo que el sistema requiera”
― John McMurtry, The Cancer Stage of Capitalism