#210

“No importa lo que buscan, sino lo que encuentran” (id, 260).

#209

“Mientras tuvieron cerca al león, por su influjo se abandonaran a la antigua naturaleza animal que hay en lo profundo del hombre. Fueron agresivos, crueles, cobardes, estúpidos. Retirada la fiera por los peones municipales, en todos prevaleció de nuevo el criterio humano, sin duda impuro de hipocresía, pero también refulgente de compasión y de coraje” (id, 210).

#208

“Desde muy joven he comprendido que para no dejarse arrasar por la inconsiderada producción de libros y para conseguir, siquiera en aparencia, una cultura enciclopédica, era imprescindible un plan de lecturas” (Casares, 2007: 47).

CASARES, Adolfo Bioy (2007). Historias Fantásticas. Madrid: Alianza Editorial.

#207

“Don't you see, it isn't that women mean too little to me – what's caused the trouble is that they mean so much” (id, 245).

#206

“Now I am sure that many of the young women (...) who set themselves up as specialists in loving hadn't a very clear idea of how strong a charge their emotions got from the instinct of survival – or how much those emotions arose out of the yearning to own and be owned rather than from a reservoir of pure and selfless love that was the special property of themselves and their gender. After all, how lovable are men? Particularly men “unable to love”? No, there was more to all that talk about “permanent relationships” than many young women (and their chosen mates) were able to talk about or able at that time fully to understand: the more was the fact of female dependence, defenselessness, and vulnerability” (id, 171).

#205

“I'm yours. I'll do anything. Come and go as you like. Let me feed you. let me sit with you at night and watch you read. You can do anything you want to my body. I'll do anything you say. Just have dinner with me sometimes and use some of these things. And I'll never utter a peep. I'll be good as gold. I won't ask what you do when you go away. You don't don't have to take me anywhere. Just stay here sometimes and make use of whatever you want, including me. You see, I have these thick bath-sized towels and Belgian lace tablecloths, all this lovely crockery, three bathrooms, two televisions, and two million dollars (...), I have these breasts and this vagina, these limbs, this skin – and no life” (Roth, 1993: 153).

ROTH, Philip (1993). My Life As A Man. Vintage: New York.

#204

“ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?
VLADIMIR: [Impatiently] Yes, yes, we're magicians” (id, 61).

#203

“POZZO: He's Stopped crying. [To ESTRAGON] You have replaced him as it were. [Lyrically] The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true for laugh. [He laughs] Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessor” (id, 25).

#202

“ESTRAGON: Who believes him?
VLADIMIR: Everybody. It's the only version they know.
ESTRAGON: People are bloody ignorant apes” (Beckett, 2006: 5).

BECKETT, Samuel (2006). Waiting For Godot. London: Faber And Faber.

#200

“By now the passion between us is no longer quite what it was on those Sundays when we would cling together in my bed until three in the afternoon – “the primrose path to madness”, as Claire once described those rapacious exertions which end finally with the two of us rising on the legs of weary travelers to change the bed linens, to stand embracing beneath the shower, and then go out of doors to get some air before the winter sun goes down” (Roth, 2000: 198).

ROTH, Philip (2000). Professor Of Desire. London: Vintage.

#199

“No me miro para ver si estoy bien o mal, sino solamente para saber si soy” (id, 378).

#198

“Me gusta acordarme de las coses más que vivirlas o vivir las cosas sabiendo que nunca se pierden porque puedo evocarlas” (id, 321).

#197

"Si los sueños de la razón dan monstruos, ¿qué dan los sueños de la sinrazóm?" (id, 169)

#196

“¿Doctor usted cree que yo debo volver al teatro? Dice mi marido que todo lo que tengo es que ahora almaceno mi energía nerviosa y no la gasto nunca. Al menos, antes, en el teatro, podía imaginarme que era otra” (id, 130).

#195

“Debía haberle dicho que corrí el mundo desde mi pueblo hasta La Habana, que aquí terminó mi impulso, que escribí un libro de sonetos y unos cuentos” (id, 53).

#194

“En el foso que era mi oficio del siglo XX: ni artista ni técnico ni artesano ni obrero ni científico ni lumpen ni puta: un híbrido, una cruza, un engendro, un parturiunt montes (...) nascetur ridiculus mus. Un publicitario, vaya” (Infante, 2008: 41).

INFANTE, Guillermo Cabrera (2008). Tres Tristes Tigres. New York: Rayo.

#193

“War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted... secretly it was being dictated instead by the needs of technology... by a conspiracy between human beings and techniques, by something that needed the energy-burst of war” (id, 529-530).