José Baroja: Trending quotes (page 9)

“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.”

“The demons are always around and he knows it.”

““I love you”, “I love you”, “I love you”, they said it for every moment in which they swore eternity and something more, to the point that it was annoying for those of us who were close, because, in reality, who loves each other so much? nowadays.”

“Contrary to what some might believe, writing does not generate enjoyment or pleasure in itself, quite the opposite; And yet, I feel the need to write fiction as if I have a feeling that I will find something in the middle of my narrative journey, no matter how painful it may be.”

“Before becoming godín, Jaime worked for a miserable 79 mexican pesos an hour as a subject professor in one of the many universities in Guadalajara; very little for any future aspirations and very little for any present aspirations.”

“Anita complained pitifully, because just because they don't listen to you because of your “small” voice, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt you.”

“He cannot stop imagining his bloody hands or himself lying mortally at the bottom of that bathtub, which, for now, serves as his refuge, as his escape from the World, from that which is outside, but which, Any day now, I could decide to go in.”

“It's been years, months, days, but he still can't get out of his mind those horrible, inhuman images, monstrous creations of subjects who look the same as everyone else; equal to him.”

“The closest thing to purgatory is a government agency, only the first does not exist and the second is very real.”

“He remained frozen for a few minutes, while urine fell from a limb dwarfed by the fear caused by the sensation of near death.”