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“Political criticism availed itself, therefore, of all the juridical thinking that had accompanied the development of the monarchy, in order to condemn the latter; but it did not challenge the principle which held that law had to be the very form of power, and that power always had to be exercised in the form of law.”

“ Homosexuality appeared as one of the forms of sexuality when it was transposed from the practice of sodomy onto a kind of interior androgyny, a hermaphrodism of the soul. The sodomite had been a temporary aberration; the homosexual was now a species.”

“It is for a knife to be plunged deep into the apple so that it is split open and the core exposed to the light— to the same light , that is, as the surface skin. Yet then the existence of the cut up falls into fragments; the core of the Apple sacrifice of existence for the sake of seeing.”

if the solemnity and dignity of the body arises solely from the element of mortality that lurks within it,then the road that leads to death must have some path connecting with pain,suffering,and the continuing consciousness thats proof of life.if there was some incident in which violent death pangs and welldeveloped muscles were successfully combine it could only occur in response to the aesthetic demands of destiny

“The idea in question, as I have suggested in my definition of tragedy, resolved itself into the concept of the body. And it seemed to the that the flesh could be “intellectualized” to a higher degree, could achieve a closer intimacy with ideas, than the spirit.”

“El descubrimiento de que mi problema era el de todos los seres humanos, un problema de toda vida y todo pensamiento, se cernió de pronto sobre mí con una sombra divina y me llenó de temor y respeto a la ver y sentir que mi vida y mis pensamientos más íntimos y personales participaban de la eterna corriente del pensamiento humano.”

“Sí, eso lo sé yo;no ha nada más molesto para el hombre que seguir el camino que le conduce a sí mismo”

“We each have a a special something we can get only at a special time of out life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurtured it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, its gone forever. What I’d lost was not just Sumaire. I’d lost the precious Flame”

“Cada vez que se ama a una persona nueva, se hace una ampliación en el corazón. (…) Los amantes construyen sus hogares en los corazones ajenos. Y cuando se van, dejan vacías las casonas o los jardines o los laberintos que construyeron. Y uno se queda abatido creyendo que ha perdido algo, pero sucede simplemente que te sientes más solo en un lugar que ahora es más grande y diverso que antes.”

“In the world we live in, what we know and what we don’t know are like siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and whats reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness”


“Did you ever see anyone shoot by a gun without bleeding?

Blood must be shed. Ill sharpen my knife, ready to slit a dogs throat somewhere”

“But I couldn’t love her. For whatever reason, that unconditional, natural intimacy Sumire and i had just wasn’t there. A thin, transparent veil always came between us. Visible or not, a barrier remained. Awkward silences came in us all the time—particularly when we said goodbye. That never happened with me and Sumire. Being with this woman confirmed one undeniable fact: I needed Sumire more than ever.”

“Would you call what im going through a defection?”

“Defection?” For a moment i couldn’t figure out what she meant.

“Defection. Betraying your beliefs and convictions.”

“You mean getting a job, dressing nicely, and giving up writing novels?”

“Right.”

Hay personas que son un jardín. Un jardín para guardar secretos, en el que se puede perder el tiempo sin culpa admirando las flores. Yo crecí en una ciudad atascada de jardines

(…) en las paredes agrietadas crecían árboles y hierbas de enormes hojas peludas y gruesas flores tan exageradas que parecían de plástico,

¿Qué esperaban de mí si crecí en un lugar así, reventado de flores?”

Really should’ve researched this book more before starting it. Wtf.

“—Vas por hielitos para refrescar a tus gringuitos porque no aguantan un paseíto por el centro del tercer mundo—le dice engolosinando la voz con exagerada ternura como si hablara de infantes—. No manches, diles que el calor es normal en el infierno, eso es lo de menos…

“She said it in English that. I woke up screaming. English, fifty years of sun. I wept for a week. Separation from what you love best, that is hell. To be twice separated, first by a nation and then by it’s language: that is a pain deeper than pain. Deeper than hell. That is abyss.”

“That maybe we’ve been training for a long time in sitting in the complicated multiplicities of ourselves, of our natures. At least for a time. No monolithically good Siegfried hero versus monolithically bad dragon.”

Already a banger ☝🏻🤓