Felipe González

“Literature that hurts is often the one that best tells a complex truth.”

“While it's true that, recently, Ramiro Gutiérrez had shown a tendency toward tearful and painful literature, he had never felt the same way, for example, as the pathetic Werther or the gallant Don Quixote.”

“We cannot be naive: the literature book will not solve poverty by itself”

“…sometimes I feel like I betray the writer when I try to teach literature.”

“Literature is the emotional biography of a human being who has dared to write it.”

“…over time he would realize that the higher he was, the less danger he was in and the more he controlled the ever-ready mass.”

“Mexico is a beautiful country in its tremendous contradictions.”

“That apartment was the only property he truly owned—his own as much as a rental can be.”

“Overcome by that mix of cowardice and curiosity typical of 1980s horror movies, where we all knew the protagonists shouldn’t go that way, he knew he shouldn’t look—but he did.”

“Los Prisioneros were always right: for the 'gringos,' Latin America is still just one country south of the United States.”

“In the end, it's just everyday life and forgetting, because there's nothing fantastic about people having to die every day.”

“The biggest mistake of the average wage earner is forgetting that no company has or will ever have a human heart.”

“Neofascism dresses up in makeup, glamour, and pure spectacle.”

“…the Moon is there, up above, still, shining, hiding every wound that time has marked her body.”

“She was such a beautiful, delicate apparition that she was on the verge of reciting a verse by Huidobro or Neruda right there, dedicated, by the way, to the little rose.”

“Bad education aren't just a problem for those at the bottom or in the middle; they're also a problem for those at the top, who are certain of their untouchability.”

“The moon is red, sensing the future, it has dressed up for its gala, or the Devil has decorated it.”

“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.”