Felipe González

“Pedestrians, passersby, civilians, citizens, couples, singles, children of God, move from side to side, miserable in their ignorance.”

“Has he gained weight?" He smiles a pathetic smile, seeing his reflection, sweaty and "almost dead," projected there on the glass of a dismantled display case full of mannequins.”

“Such was his desire that when he mentioned that El Lazarillo was the work of an anonymous author, all he could imagine was how much he would now wish to become that absolute ANON.”

“…the stories already published acquire, over the years, a different value than they had at their genesis: whether for better or for worse.”

“He still felt love for someone who had plainly and simply decided to forget him.”

“Latin American government decisions, in general terms, discourage the development of the arts, turning artists into true martyrs of a cause, creating a vicious cycle in which ordinary people fail to notice the importance of cultural development, focusing on money as the axis of their lives.”

“Probably those once accompanied walks had turned out to be such an intense, though brief, experience that, beyond time, his subconscious continued to long for a presence that was no longer there.”

“The beauty of art is in our imperfection.”

“Silence has become omnipresent and seemingly infinite for many miles, even longer than your mind can remember.”

“As if already destined for the seventh circle, a shudder stops him from heading toward the unknown, toward the beautifully fatal.”

“It must certainly be considered true that once a work leaves our pen, it no longer belongs to us.”

“At times, he yearns for the few pockets of darkness that remain on this night so illuminated by that cursed moon, by the despicable stars, by the cursed vehicles, by the hateful city.”

“He still blamed himself for having believed someone who, without a doubt, lied better than he did.”

“Can someone suffering from hunger or abuse really be encouraged to read a book?”

“Although he still continued to go out walking alone, it was also true that with every outing, in each of them, he used to feel something strange and dark accumulating within him.”

“Having accepted this, there was nothing left but to adapt to the new conditions, a task that cost him a world or perhaps two.”

“Undoubtedly, he feared that smile”

“I must say that in Chile, the supremacy of the Market as the all-powerful governing body has made the development of the cultural field even more difficult than in Mexico.”

“Just a moment ago, he was certainly contemplating a shadow on the ground, and now he was the shadow contemplating himself.”