Quotes from Marcelo Figueras

I know it doesn't sound logical but that's the way it is ' said papá. 'There are people who try to control the people they love or try to make them feel insecure or inferior or unworthy. They can be very hurtful but they're the sad people. They're afraid of being abandoned they're afraid of not being loved.' pg 116

If life was a movie and someone asked you what kind of a movie it was the best answer would be: it's a movie that makes you laugh and cry at the same time. Grandpa knew that.

I like to believe that we are more alike in our positive experiences than in our negative ones that what binds us is stronger than what separates us.

Diverting a river is easier than facing the truth; Cyrus did not want to acknowledge the fact that his horse would not have drowned if he had not forced it to try and cross the river.

What had killed them became the air that they breathed. Perhaps this ability that life has to turn things to its advantage doesn't mean much to you. But let me tell you that, in my world, it has meant a lot.

a monologue defines its author as reliably as his fingerprints.

I remember that one Holy Week, the magazine I got every Thursday, Anteojito , came with a free poster depicting the Stations of the Cross. I burned the poster and flushed the ashes down the toilet to dispose of the evidence. The idea that I was supposed to pin this graphic depiction of torture and death on my wall seemed to me as obscene as if someone had suggested decorating my room with pictures of the inner workings of Auschwitz.

El infierno está vacío y todos los demonios están aquí. William Shakespeare, La tempestad

La maldad existe, pero es inmaterial. Un epifenómeno de la voluntad humana.

This is the problem about thinking about something else to take your mind off something. It works for a little while, but in the end you always come back to the thing you were trying not to think about, only now whatever it was is worse.

Auch wenn wir das Meer vor vierhundert Millionen Jahren (nach meinem Kalender) verlassen haben, das Meer hat uns nicht verlassen. Es ist immer noch in uns, in unserem Blut, in unserem Schweiß, in unseren Tränen.

Se le plantó delante, casi hasta tocarlo con el cuerpo. Los brazos que ahora lo rodeaban no comunicaban pasión sino contención, un gesto de madre, de quien sostiene una maceta rota para no desparramar tierra por doquier, para evitar algo peor.

Snakes shed their skin, cats their fur, manta rays their teeth. Man sheds used-up objects: he leaves an open Nesquik tin and a dirty glass on the kitchen counter, an open toothpaste tube, unmade beds, their sheets stained with urine; he leaves grandfather clocks, cigarette burns in the ashtrays, comics that have been scrawled on and books borrowed from the school library; he leaves clothes in the wardrobes and food in the fridge.

Deformación de un texto de Sartre en Huis clos, la frase original decía: El infierno es el Otro.