Quotes About Influence

el dinero abre todas las puertas y que ni siquiera los prejuicios raciales se le resisten

Es una lástima que habiendo podido ser el Felipe González del Perú te empeñes en ser nuestro Salvador Allende, o, peor aún, nuestro Fidel Castro. ¿No va el mundo por otros rumbos?». Naturalmente

Revolución de Octubre en la Guatemala de 1944, cuando la United Fruit comenzó a sentirse en peligro. Las ideas y relaciones de Bernays serían utilísimas para derrocar al supuesto «gobierno comunista» guatemalteco y reemplazarlo por uno más democrático, es decir, más dócil a sus intereses.

it wouldn't surprise me if in a little while they begin to worship Leopold the Second the way they worship their fetishes and hideous objects." Where

La consciente e inteligente manipulación de los hábitos organizados y las opiniones de las masas es un elemento importante de

Mi pálpito es que Borges nunca leyó a Onetti y probablemente la sola idea que guardaba de él tenía que ver con aquel frustrado encuentro en una cervecería porteña y las provocaciones antijamesianas del escritor uruguayo.

Con gli anni, mi hai fatto diventare come te. Tutto serve per ottenere quello che uno vuole. Sono parole tue, nina mala. E io, lo sai fin troppo bene, l'unica cosa che voglio a questo mondo sei tu. (...) No, tu non sei capace di cose così. disse, a mezza voce, come lamentando quella carenza della mia personalità.

A literatura é como um corpo vivo que se vai transformando segundo o contexto em que habita

También en sus relaciones conyugales los roles hembra-varón se invierten muy pronto; Emma pasa a ser la personalidad dominante y Charles la dominada. Ella impone el tono, se hace siempre su voluntad, al principio sólo en cuestiones domésticas y luego en los otros dominios: Emma se encarga

Wij dragomans kunnen alleen maar nutteloos zijn, beste jongen,' troostte hij me. 'Maar we doen niemand kwaad met ons werk. In alle andere beroepen kun je de menselijke soort grote schade toebrengen. Denk bijvoorbeeld maar eens aan advocaten en artsen, om van architecten of politici nog maar te zwijgen.

Ocurre que el escritor latinoamericano había olvidado algo que, en cambio, nuestros clásicos, como el Inca Garcilaso o Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, jamás pusieron en duda: que era parte constitutiva, por derecho de lengua y de historia, de la cultura occidental.

las alianzas mafiosas del poder político y empresarios influyentes para, prostituyendo el mercado, repartirse dádivas, monopolios y prebendas—.

Besides, what Dominican woman wouldn't like to be the First Lady?

Un libro se convierte en parte de la vida de una persona por una suma de razones que tienen que ver simultáneamente con el libro y con la persona.

What, really, was the difference between something hounding you and something leading you somewhere?

It's got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say no .

Everyone has a Cordova story, whether they like it or not.

she was flighty and poor, a French studies major who quoted Simone de Beauvoir. She wiped her runny nose on her coat sleeve when it was snowing, stuck her head out of car windows the way dogs do, the wind fireworking her hair. That woman was gone now. Not that it was her fault. Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless laughter, were ironed out. Few survived real money.

Is there anything more glorious than a professor? Forget about his molding the minds, the future of a nation - a dubious assertion; there's little you can do when they tend to emerge from the womd predestined for Grand Theft Auto Vice City.

Once you slaughter the lamb, you are capable of everything and anything, and the world is yours.

Mostly I thought of Martha, who she was and what she had done for me. There wasn't a moment of my life that I didn't owe to her. Sometimes it rendered me listless and sad, made me say no to the frat party, the Sunday-night pizza feast, the Spring Fling, and I'd hole up alone in my dorm, drawing or writing lyrics, left with the painful truth of it, how the people who change us are the ones we never saw clearly at all, not until they were gone.

That was women for you -- always morphing. One minute they were helpless, needing shelter and English muffins, the next they were ruthlessly bending you to their will like you were a piece of sheet metal.

He was, after all, Darrow's rock star, its heartthrob-musical-genius-Shakespeare, the boy who made spontaneous rapping, poetry, and wearing tweed caps cool (all small miracles unto themselves)—the kid everyone loved, longed for, yet simultaneously wished dead. He had it. An energy force field.

Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless laughter, were ironed out. Few survived real money.