Felipe González

“If we focus only on making money, people's knowledge will be reduced until we become experts in our subject, but ignorant about human beings.”

“Today the writer has to be on the ground, because it is on the ground where he is needed most.”

“The person on foot realizes that there is no misery in cities like Madrid or Barcelona, ​​first world cities that, I think, have lost the heart that Latin Americans still have.”

“We know well that there is poverty in Latin America, beyond the beauty of our nations.”

“After that “amen,” Evaristo discovered the faces of approval and fear of his audience, so he knew that he already had them in his hands.”

“This is how, without the consent of the two lovers, of its two main characters, of the only ones who were originally worth anything in this short story, the narrator decided to incorporate two more words into the plot: “doubt” and “uncertainty.””

“In democracy, wishing bad for an incoming government is like buying a gun, buying the bullets, loading it and wishing to be killed with it: sovereign dogmatic stupidity.”

“I never feel like a text is completely finished. Over and over again I reread it, preferably out loud, until a certain tiredness leads me to send it to the editor, who will decide whether it is published or not.”

“We are just cogs and nuts of a few stupid people in power.”

“Without money there is no lasting imagination in this city!”

“We longed to be in the middle of some neophyte gaze of some library entity, of someone rediscovering paper.”

“The resignation it looks like rain and that explains why the rain can bring resignation.”

“…resignation is like the rain in Mexico City, sometimes sad, arbitrary and inopportune.”

“…we transform the sublime into an onion to remain unread.”

“… sin is always far away, whether or not you are a Christian, whether or not you are a "morenista" or a "PRI" or whatever stupidity occurs to you.”

“…this is a story and, therefore, "something must happen", "something" bad, "something" that breaks your safe journey towards the bookstore and, surely, towards "love", because love is the last refuge left in my head or in the depths of any fucking soul.”

“Who today asks your poem where the country is going?”

“Unfortunately for him, it is not possible to die twice.”

“The fear reappears every day, while showering, while watching television, even when just drinking coffee.”