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“I don't go to mythical places with strange men.”

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Douglas Adams was a British writer best known for his science fiction series 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. His work is celebrated for its unique humor and profound philosophical insights, making it a favorite among readers. Adams' novels often contain satirical commentary on modern society and deep reflections on the human condition. more

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“I got in a fight with my girlfriend," I said. "I was just driving around, blowing off steam, you know?" Well, you should be more careful where you drive," the officer said. "You're making people nervous. You don't fit the profile of the neighborhood." I wanted to tell him that I didn't fit the profile of the country but I knew it would just get me into trouble.”

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“The word that most perfectly describes the city of Cuzco is evocative. Intangible dust of another era settles on its streets, rising like the disturbed sediment of a muddy lake when you touch its bottom.”

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Book:The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey

Source: The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey

“This is the Cuzco asking you to pull on your armor and, mounted on the ample back of a powerful horse, cleave a path through the defenseless flesh of a naked Indian flock whose human wall collapses and disappears beneath the four hooves of the galloping beast.”

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Book:The Awakening of Latin America: A Classic Anthology of Che Guevara's Writing on Latin America

Source: The Awakening of Latin America: A Classic Anthology of Che Guevara's Writing on Latin America

“And yet every so often, the heart of America, shuddering with indignation, sends a nervous spasm through the gentle back of the Andes, and tumultuous shock waves assault the surface of the land. Three times the cuppola of proud Santo Domingo has collapsed from on high to the rhythm of broken bones and its worn walls have opened and fallen too. But the foundations they rest on are unmoved, the great blocks of the Temple of the Sun exhibit their gray stone indifferently; however colossal the disaster befalling its oppressor, not one of its huge rocks shifts from its place.”

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Book:The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey

Source: The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey

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“...I also know - and this won't alter the course of history or your personal view of me - that you will die with a clenched fist and a tense jaw, the epitome of hatred and struggle, because you are not a symbol (some inanimate example) but a genuine member of the society to be destroyed; the spirit of the beehive speaks through your mouth and motivates your actions. You are as useful as I am, but you are not aware of how useful your contribution is to the society that sacrifices you.”

Source: Che: The Diaries of Ernesto Che Guevara