Lost City Radio Quotes
Lost City Radio
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Lost City Radio Quotes
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“Nothing builds community like complaining.”
― Lost City Radio
― Lost City Radio
“What does the end of a war mean if not that one side ran out of men willing to die?”
― Lost City Radio
― Lost City Radio
“They spoke of the crowds that had filled the plaza: the people, always myopic, always easy to fool.”
― Lost City Radio
― Lost City Radio
“Memory is a great deceiver, grief and longing cloud the past, and recollections, even vivid ones, fade.”
― Lost City Radio
― Lost City Radio
“What does a car bomb say about poverty, or the execution of a rural mayor explain about disenfranchisement?...
The war had become, it it wasn't from the beginning, an indecipherable text.”
― Lost City Radio
The war had become, it it wasn't from the beginning, an indecipherable text.”
― Lost City Radio
“The bond between parent and child is chemical, fierce, and inexplicable, even if that parent is a sworn killer. This connection cannot be measured; it at once more subtle and more powerful than science.”
― Lost City Radio
― Lost City Radio
“Are you a politician?
I hate politicians, he said. And, in any case, there's no such thing anymore: only sycophants and dissidents.”
― Lost City Radio
I hate politicians, he said. And, in any case, there's no such thing anymore: only sycophants and dissidents.”
― Lost City Radio
“The phone collapsed distances, just as the radio did, and, like the radio, it relied on the miracle of imagination: one had to concentrate deeply, plunge headlong into it.”
― Lost City Radio
― Lost City Radio
“You don't sound like a scientist; you sound like a poet."
Rey smiled.
"Can I be both?"
"But you'd rather be a poet."
"Who wouldn't?" he said.”
― Lost City Radio
Rey smiled.
"Can I be both?"
"But you'd rather be a poet."
"Who wouldn't?" he said.”
― Lost City Radio
“Ellos no querían hablar sobre la guerra, suponía él, querían hablar sobre sus tíos, sus primos, sus vecinos en aquellos pueblos que abandonaron hacía tanto tiempo; sobre cómo era el olor de la tierra en su hogar, el ruido de la lluvia al caer en ráfagas sobre las copas de los árboles, los colores chillones de la campiña en flor.”
― Radio Ciudad Perdida
― Radio Ciudad Perdida
