Wendy E. > Wendy's Quotes

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. ”
― Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

“Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.”
― Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days

“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.”
― Jules Verne

“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”
― Frank Zappa

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“Creo que si se exige talento a un editor literario o a un escritor, debe exigírsele también al lector. Porque no hay que engañarse: el viaje de la lectura pasa muchas veces por terrenos difíciles que exigen capacidad de emoción inteligente, deseos de comprender al otro y de acercarse a un lenguaje distinto al de nuestras tiranías cotidianas. Como dice Vilém Vok, no es tan sencillo sentir el mundo como lo sintió Kafka, un mundo en el que se niega el movimiento y resulta imposible siquiera ir de un poblado a otro. Las mismas habilidades que se necesitan para escribir se necesitan para leer. Los escritores fallan a los lectores, pero también ocurre al revés y los lectores les fallan a los escritores cuando sólo buscan en éstos la confirmación de que el mundo es como lo ven ellos...”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Dublinesque

“Los li­bros que uno ama apasionadamente producen la sensa­ción, cuando los abres por primera vez, de que siempre estuvieron ahí: aparecen en ellos lugares en los que no has estado, cosas que uno antes nunca ha visto ni oído, pero el acople de la memoria personal con esos lugares o cosas es tan rotundo que de algún modo acabas pen­sando que has estado allí.”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Dublinesque

“He believes that if talent is demanded of a literary publisher or a writer, it must also be demanded of a reader. Because we mustn’t deceive ourselves: on the journey of reading we often travel through difficult terrains that demand a capacity for intelligent emotion, a desire to understand the other, and to approach a language distinct from the one of our daily tyrannies… Writers fail readers, but it also happens the other way around and readers fail writers when all they ask of them is confirmation that the world is how they see it.”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Dublinesque

“¿Y si escribir es, en el libro, hacerse legible para todos, e indescifrable para sí mismo?”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Dublinesque

“If the structure does not permit dialogue the structure must be changed”
― Paulo Freire

“One cannot expect positive results from an educational or political action program which fails to respect the particular view of the world held by the people. Such a program constitutes cultural invasion, good intentions notwithstanding.”
― Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed

“The teacher is of course an artist, but being an artist does not mean that he or she can make the profile, can shape the students. What the educator does in teaching is to make it possible for the students to become themselves.”
― Paulo Freire, We Make the Road by Walking: Conversations on Education and Social Change

“You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
― Ray Bradbury

“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing: Releasing the Creative Genius Within You

“...el mejor de la vida es viajar y perder las teorías, perderlas todas.”
― Enrique Vilas-Matas, Dublinesca

“Cené con los cretinos, escritores funcionarios de mierda, muertos. Esa raza de escritores, imitadores de lo ya hecho y gente absolutamente falta de ambición literaria, aunque no de ambición económica, son una plaga más perniciosa incluso que la plaga de los directores editoriales que trabajan con entusiasmo contra lo literario.
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Aquella reunión no tenía nada de simpática ni de exótica ni de original. Era en realidad un congreso literario más de los muchos que hay esparcidos por el mundo de la corrupción.”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Montano's Malady

“Y así, con parsimonia de estalactita, el ser confeccionó el caballete de una delicada osamenta que enseguida quedó encapotada por un ondulante manto de carne, nervios y tendones. Tras el enrejado del esternón asomaron entonces los esponjosos pulmones que lanzaron a través de la cerbatana de la tráquea recién colocada un reguero de vaho, anegando la urna con la tibia novedad de una respiración.”
― Félix J. Palma, The Map of the Sky

“When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.”
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.”
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures; and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor.”
― Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days

“But what then? What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from this long and weary journey?
Nothing, you say? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who, strange as it may appear, made him the happiest of men!
Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?”
― Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days

“I am not what you call a civilised man! I have done with society entirely, for reasons which I alone have the right of appreciating. I do not, therefore, obey its laws, and I desire you never to allude to them before me again!”
― Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea