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El inodoro, con la tapa levantada, le parece una boca toda encías riéndose de él.

Llamadas telefónicas, 79.

Por fin, dice A, cómo estás. Muy bien, dice B.

Ahora era a mí al que le tocaba huir.

Enrique Martín, p. 65

Nadie se toma la molestia de saber qué escribe el escritor que les ha salvado la vida.

Henri Simon Leprince, p. 49

Casi no tenía amigos y lo único que hacía era escribir y dar largos paseos que comenzaban a las siete de la tarde, tras despertar, momento en el cual mi cuerpo experimentaba algo semejante al jet-lag, una sensación de estar y no estar, de distancia con respecto a lo que me rodeaba, de indefinida fragilidad.

Sensini, p. 31.

tinker tailor soldier sailor rich man poor man beggar man thief

Did I really hate that book or am I just a pretentious hater?

Recuerdo cuando terminar un libro no exigía un esfuerzo monumental de mi parte.

Ecstatic to know that Kramer’s coffee table book of coffee tables actually exists.

Últimamente no he leído tanto pero sí he escrito cientos de páginas.

¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

Je m’en fous de tout le monde.

« Un bon livre est un événement dans ma vie. »

Stendhal

... Ce n’est pas l’engin qui faisait du bruit, c’était le moi de la fille aux cheveux noirs ; cette fille, pour se faire entendre, pour occuper la pensée d’autrui, avait ajouté à son âme un bruyant pot d’échappement. En voyant voleter les longs cheveux de cette âme tapageuse, Agnès comprit qu’elle désirait intensément la mort de la motocycliste.

« On ne doit pas non plus se laisser dépérir, et parce que d'autres sont morts, vouloir mourir ... »

Elle l'avait aimé, après tout.

"My life story is the story of everyone I've ever met."

". . . So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are."

. . . it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it. . . .

"Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake."

"When you don't phone in, you know what you are saying?"
"No.
"Mr. Chinaski, you are saying, 'Fuck the post office!'"
"I am?"
"And, Mr. Chinaski, you know what that means?"
"No, what does it mean?"
"That means, Mr. Chinaski, that the post office is going to fuck YOU!"

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ASSHOLES, BABY? YOU'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE, I'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU GO TO THE STORE AND BUY A PORTERHOUSE STEAK, THAT HAD AN ASSHOLE!

"Wouldn't you like to come in and have a cup of tea and dry off?"
"Lady, don't you realize we don't even have time to pull up our shorts?"
"Pull up your shorts?"
"YES, PULL UP OUR SHORTS!"

"All these mailmen do is drop in their letters and get laid. This is the job for me, oh yes yes yes"

Elle l'avait aimé, après tout.

The omniprescence of cameras persuasively suggests that time consists of interesting events worth photographing. This, in turn, makes it easy to feel that any event, once underway, and whatever its moral character, should be allowed to complete itself—so that something else can be brought into the world, the photograph […], the image-world that bids to outlast us all.