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“He chose The Metamorphosis over The Trial, he chose Bartleby over Moby-Dick, he chose A Simple Heart over Bouvard and Pecuchet, and A Christmas Carol over A Tale of Two Cities or The Pickwick Papers. What a sad paradox, thought Amalfitano. Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that blaze paths into the unknown. They choose the perfect exercises of the great masters. Or what amounts to the same thing: they want to watch the great masters spar, but they have no interest in real combat, when the great masters struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench.”

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“Ivanov's fear was of a literary nature. That is, it was the fear that afflicts most citizens who, one fine (or dark) day, choose to make the practice of writing, and especially the practice of fiction writing, an integral part of their lives. Fear of being no good. Also fear of being overlooked. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear that one's efforts and striving will come to nothing. Fear of the step that leaves no trace. Fear of the forces of chance and nature that wipe away shallow prints. Fear of dining alone and unnoticed. Fear of going unrecognized. Fear of failure and making a spectacle of oneself. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear of forever dwelling in the hell of bad writers.”

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“Ivanov had been a party member since 1902. Back then he had tried to write stories in the manner of Tolstoy, Chekhov, Gorky, or rather he had tried to plagiarize them without much success, which led him, after long reflection (a whole summer night), to the astute decision that he should write in the manner of Odoevsky and Lazhechnikov. Fifty percent Odoevsky and fifty percent Lazhecknikov. This went over well, in part because readers, their memories mostly faulty, had forgotten poor Odoevsky (1803-1869) and poor Lazhechnikov (1792-1869), who died the same year, and in part because literary criticism, as keen as ever, neither extrapolated nor made the connection nor noticed a thing.”

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“One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with his elbows on the table and a cup of milky coffee in front of him. She’s the love of your life, he said, looking up at me, and the force of his gaze, the fire in his eyes, threw me right across the room. I started shouting, Waiter, waiter, then opened my eyes and escaped from that miserable dream. Other nights I didn’t dream of anyone, but I woke up in tears.”

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“Çemberin içinde hata yaparsanız hatalarınızın bir önemi olmuyor. Hatalarınız hata olmaktan çıkıyor. Hata yapmak, çıkmaza düşmek politik erdemlerdendir, taktiktir, politik anlamda var olmanızı, basının dikkatini çekmenizi sağlar ve politikada haklı olup silinmektense hata yapıp her yerde olmak çok daha iyidir. Varlığınızı, ağırlığınızı koruduğunuz sürece dilediğiniz kadar çuvallayabilirsiniz.”

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“No doubt about it, society was small. Most human beings existed on the outer fringes of society. In the seventeenth century, for example, at least twenty percent of the merchandise on every slave ship died. By that I mean the dark-skinned people who were being transported for sale, to Virginia, say. And that didn't get anyone upset or make headlines in the Virginia papers or make anyone go out and call for the ship captain to be hanged. But if a plantation owner went crazy and killed his neighbor and then went galloping back home, dismounted, and promptly killed his wife, two deaths in total, Virginia society spent the next six months in fear, and the legend of the murderer on horseback might linger for generations.”

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“...y un viento fuerte, que venía del oeste, se fue a estrellar contra la falda de las montañas del este, levantando polvo y hojas de periódico y cartones tirados en la calle a su paso por Santa Teresa y moviendo la ropa que Rosa había colgado en el jardín trasero, como si el viento, ese viento joven y enérgico y de tan corta vida, se probara las camisas y pantalones de Amalfitano y se metiera dentro de las bragas de su hija y leyera algunas páginas del Testamento geométrico a ver si por allí había algo que le fuera a ser de utilidad, algo que le explicara el paisaje tan curioso de calles y casas a través de las cuales estaba galopando o que lo explicara a él mismo como viento.”

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“Why won't you believe it? she asked. Because I've been to his house, said the boy. So have I, and I didn't see anything to make me think he'd been taken by force. He left because he wanted to. No, she heard the boy say. If he'd left of his own accord, he would have brought his books. Books are heavy, said Mary-Sue, and besides you can always buy new ones. . . . No, I'm not talking about those books, I'm talking about his books, said the boy. What do you mean his books? said Mary-Sue. The ones he wrote and published. He wouldn't have left those behind even if the world was coming to an end.”

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“La cuarta dimensión, decía, contiene a las tres dimensiones y les adjudica, de paso, su valor real, es dicer anula la dictadura de las tres dimensiones, y anula, por lo tanto, el mundo tridimensional que conocemos y en el que vivimos. La cuarta dimensión, decía, es la riqueza absoluta de los sentidos y del Espíritu (com mayúscula), es el ojo (com mayúscula), es decir el Ojo, que se abre y anula los ojos, que comparados con el Ojo son apenas unos pobres orificios de fango, fijos en la contemplación o en la equación nacimiento-aprendizaje-trabajo-muerte, mientras el Ojo se remonta por el río de la filosofía, por el río dela existencia, por el río (rápido) del destino. La cuarta dimensión, decía, sólo era expresable mediante la música. Bach, Mozart, Beethoven.”

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“Hace poco, Nélida Piñón, celebrada novelista brasileña y asesina en serie de lectores, dijo que Paulo Coelho, una especie de Barbusse y Anatole France en versión telenovela de brujos cariocas, debía ingresar en la Academia brasileña puesto que había llevado el idioma brasileño a todos los rincones del mundo. Como si el “idioma brasileño” fuera una ciencia infusa, capaz de soportar cualquier traducción, o como si los sufridos lectores del metro de Tokio supieran portugués. Además, ¿qué es eso de “idioma brasileño”? Una idea tan desmesurada como si habláramos del idioma canadiense o australiano o boliviano. Ciertamente, hay escritores bolivianos que parece que escriben en “idioma norteamericano”, pero eso se debe a que no saben escribir bien en español o castellano, pero en el fondo, bien o mal, lo que hacen es escribir en español.”

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“–La casualidad no es un lujo, es la otra cara del destino y también algo más –dijo Johns. –¿Qué más? –dijo Morini. –Algo que se le escapaba a mi amigo por una razón muy sencilla y comprensible. Mi amigo (tal vez sea una presunción de mi parte llamarlo aún así) creía en la humanidad, por lo tanto creía en el orden, en el orden de la pintura y en el orden de las palabras, que no con otra cosa se hace la pintura. Creía en la redención. En el fondo hasta es posible que creyera en el progreso. La casualidad, por el contrario, es la libertad total a la que estamos abocados por nuestra propia naturaleza. La casualidad no obedece leyes y si las obedece nosotros las desconocemos. La casualidad, si me permite el símil, es como Dios que se manifiesta cada segundo en nuestro planeta. Un Dios incomprensible con gestos incomprensibles dirigidos a sus criaturas incomprensibles. En ese huracán, en esa implosión ósea, se realiza la comunión. La comunión de la casualidad con sus rastros y la comunión de sus rastros con nosotros.”

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“One night, as I was sleeping, Norman appeared to me and told me to relax, that he was fine. Then, but I'm not sure if this was in the dream or when I woke up shouting, I realized that Norman seemed to be in Mexican heaven, not Jewish heaven, let alone philosophy heaven or Marxist heaven. But what was goddamned Mexican heaven? A pretense of happiness? or what lay behind it? empty gestures? or what was hidden (for reasons of survival) behind them? A little later I started to work at an advertising agency.”

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