es necesario tener claro que la literatura recoge del centro de la vida social e ideológica los contenidos más sensibles de las preocupaciones y los debates históricos, de ahí que resulte forzoso ubicarlos en el...

For a long time now a hint of aversion had lain on everything he did and experienced, a shadow of impotence and loneliness, an all-encompassing distaste for which he could not find the complementary inclination....

Although I love elegant parties, dancing and dining and spending the night with a sweet woman in my arms, my life belongs to literature.

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life – sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words...

Literature is integrated, and I’m not just talking about color or race. I’m talking about the power of literature to make us recognize – and again and again – the wholeness of the human experience.

When the critic has said everything in his power about a literary text, he has still said nothing; for the very existence of literature implies that it cannot be replaced by non-literature

I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and every touch, apex upon abyss. In the luxury of...

Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time. It is the world outside that box that gives me trouble. I have adapted tamely, though not conventionally, to...

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.

I rejoice to concur with the common reader; for by the common sense of readers, uncorrupted by literary prejudices, after all the refinements of subtilty and the dogmatism of learning, must be finally decided all...

The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its disasters.

Great novels are above all great fairy tales . . . literature does not tell the truth but makes it up.

I know that I am a small, weak man, but I have amassed a large library; I dream of dangerous places.

Oh? And what’s so stinking about it?.

He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods; the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.

To be stories at all they must be a series of events: but it must be understood that this series – the plot, as we call it – is only really a new whereby to...

WE ARE the PULSE of the TIMES!

Howard adores Sam’s looks. He loves the strong cut of jaw made satin with thickening peach fuzz, loses himself in the green eyes. Howard stares at them like a lover, but always obliquely. (Sometimes we...

En uzun yaşayan, en çok yaşayan değildir.

My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call.

Kisslikeyouneverhada past.

I realize that people still read books now and some people actually love them, but in 1946 in the Village our feelings about books–I’m talking about my friends and myself–went beyond love. It was as...

Había leído lo bastante como para apreciar mi ingenio literario, pero no lo bastante como para identificar mis fuentes de conocimiento. Me encantan las mujeres así. Podía decirle cosas como: “La principal diferencia entre la...

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer...

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

Free time is a terrible thing to waste. Read a book.

I read a lot of heavy literature when I’m on set, so on holiday I want to indulge in something light-hearted.

Moreover, it is not just that the early documents are silent about so much of Jesus that came to be recorded in the gospels, but that they view him in a substantially different way —...

There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper…

Leo a Casavella, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo a Grace Morales, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo Allen Ginsberg, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo a Pasolini, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo a Cervantes, que es mi...

You said you were allowed to lose it,’ some part of her reminded herself. ‘Not yet, not yet.

The Gospel of Judas is a kind of protest literature. It’s challenging leaders of the church.

Literature differs from life in that life is amorphously full of detail, and rarely directs us toward it, wheras literature teaches us to notice. Literature makes us better noticers of life; we get to practice...

All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness....

Do you believe that every story must have a beginning and an end?” In ancient times a story could end only in two ways: having passed all the tests, the hero and the heroine married,...

Work from your own side of literature/ & room fetish, not “publishing’s” –

We all come out from Gogol’s ‘Overcoat’.

The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it

All I wanted was to be loved for myself.” (Erik)

literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people.

Propping up a seat at the bar we devour chicken wings like life does dreams

I feel closer ties and more intimate bonds with certain characters in books, with certain images I’ve seen in engravings, than with many supposedly real people with the metaphysical absurdity known as ‘flesh and blood’....

Does such a thing as “the fatal flaw,” that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?