Quotes About Challenge

Don't violate the law, but don't reject an idea because it's illegal. You might be able to get the law changed.

Y cómo te va? -Muy bien... La farmacia da setenta pesos diarios. En Pico no hay otro que conozca la Biblia como yo. Lo desafié al cura a una controversia y no quiso agarrar viaje. Erdosain miró repentinamente esperanzado a su extraño amigo. Luego le preguntó: -¿Jugás siempre? -Sí, y Jesús, por mi mucha inocencia, me ha revelado el secreto de la ruleta

Rajá turrito, rajá

There is no certainty; there is only adventure.

A person could be immensely happy reading only him or the writers he loved. But that would be too easy.

Only great challenges make it worthwhile to pack up and move all one's books.

Forget about it," he said. "Sell it to a philosophy quarterly or an urban anthropology journal, or write a fucking script if you want and let Spike Lee shoot the motherfucker, but it's not going to run in any magazine of mine.

Artaud decía que escribir era una marranada, que todos los escritores eran unos cerdos, sobre todo los de ahora. Lo suscribo. Sin embargo, pese a todo, continúo admirando a los jóvenes escritores. De la misma forma que admiro a los jóvenes boxeadores

La literatura es una máquina acorazada. No se preocupa de los escritores. A veces ni siquiera se da cuenta de que éstos están vivos. Su enemigo es otro, mucho más grande, mucho más poderoso, y que a la postre la terminará venciendo, pero ésa es otra historia.

quieren ver a los grandes maestros en sesiones de esgrima de entrenamiento, pero no quieren saber nada de los combates de verdad, en donde los grandes maestros luchan contra aquello, ese aquello que nos atemoriza a todos, ese aquello que acoquina y encacha, y hay sangre y heridas mortales y fetidez.

Un poeta lo puede soportar todo. Lo que equivale a decir que un hombre lo puede soportar todo. Pero no es verdade: son pocas las cosas que un hombre puede soportar. Soportar de verdad. Un poeta, en cambio, lo puede soportar todo. Com esta covicción crecimos. El primer enunciado es cierto, pero conduce a la ruina, a la locura, a la muerte.

His name is Inaki Echevarne, we had a duel. A fight? I said. No, a duel. And who won? I don't know which of us killed the other, said Belano. Fantastic! I said. Yes, he said.

Yo no puedo olvidar nada. Dicen que ése es mi problema.

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.

Life, or the specter of life, is constantly challenging us for acts we've never committed. And sometimes for acts we never even thought of committing.

Yo soy de los que creen que el ser humano está condenado de antemano a la derrota, a la derrota sin apelaciones, pero que hay que salir y dar la pelea y darla, además, de la mejor forma posible, de cara y limpiamente, sin pedir cuartel (porque además no te lo darán) e intentar caer como un valiente, y que eso es nuestra victoria.

If I had the medical clearance to fight, I would want to fight the best. The best would be Mayweather.

Woe betide whomsoever I met on my path!

That's the whole thing with the hog. It's you and 80 wild horses under your butt, just sitting on 10 square inches where the rubber meets the road. That hurricane gale wind whipping you in the face, leaning into a curve you can feel that gravity wanting to suck you down into it and what do you do Give it a little more gas. Pure centrifugal force. You can see yourself hurtling ass end over teakettle into oblivion.

From A Ride Along the Great Wall, Page 112:

Because your heart will be hammered against him, and your strength will be tempered in his fire.

He gave a final shake of his coat. 'I go to the hunt!

We did hard things for each other. Risked our lives. Gave up our lives and faced death, and then faced life again. You might be surprised to find that facing life can be much harder than facing death.

A small pebble can turn a wheel out of its path, he told me, but warned me that it was seldom a pleasant experience for the pebble.