Quotes About Youth

There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.

Literature isn't innocent. I've known that since I was fifteen.

Which is to say, boys, that I saw our struggles and dreams all tangled up in the same failure, and that failure was called joy.

I'm seventeen years old, my name is Juan García Madero, and I'm in my first semester of law school. I wanted to study literature, not law, but my uncle insisted, and in the end I gave in. I'm an orphan, and someday I'll be a lawyer. That's what I told my aunt and uncle, and then I shut myself in my room and cried all night.

Le daría el consejo que nos dábamos los jóvenes infrarrealistas en México. Cuando teníamos 20, 21 años, teníamos un grupo poético, y éramos jóvenes, mal educados y valientes. Nos decíamos: vivir mucho, leer mucho y follar mucho".

En aquel tiempo yo tenía veinte años y estaba loco. Había perdido un país pero había ganado un sueño. Y si tenía ese sueño lo demás no importaba.

All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we're afraid to teach them.

Is that the true, the supreme terror, to discover that I am the wizened youth whose cries no one can hear?

A]nd the wizened youth trembles more and more violently, wrinkles his nose and then pounces on the story. But only I know the story, the real story. And it is simple and cruel and true and it should make us laugh, it should make us die laughing. But we only know how to cry, the only thing we do wholeheartedly is cry.

Younger than Morini and Pelletier, Espinoza studied Spanish literature, not German literature, at least for the first two years of his university career, among other sad reasons because he dreamed of being a writer.

Nothing lasts, the purely loving gestures of children tumble into the void.

among them the nameless girl, with her guillotine mouth, strolling through the past and the future like a movie face.

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

To Amalfitano, Jordi seemed a shy and formal boy. Rosa liked his silence, which she mistook for thoughtfulness when it was really just a symptom of the confusion raging in his head.

It would be interesting to remember the dreams I had here, at the Del Mar, more than ten years ago. I probably dreamed about girls and punishment, the way all boys that age do.

He said that some nights he heard the tom-tom beat of his passion, but he didn't know for sure whether it was really the beat of his passion or of his youth slipping through his fingers, maybe, he added, it's just the beat of poetry, the beat that comes to us all without exception at some mysterious hour, easily missed but absolutely free.

What a lovely young man," said Estrellita. "And his darling balls are the color of gold." Jan laughed. "It's true," I said. "That means that he's destined for greatness. Golden balls are the mark of a young man capable of . . . great deeds.

Ambos habíamos nacido más o menos por las mismas fechas. Ambos habíamos rajado de nuestras respectivas Repúblicas, cuando pasó lo que pasó.

En cualquier caso, terminaba Bibiano su carta, no se mata a nadie por escribir mal, menos si aún no ha cumplido los veinte años.

y la pesadilla me decía: crecerás. dejarás atrás las imágenes del dolor y del laberinto y olvidarás. pero en aquel tiempo crecer hubiera sido un crimen. estoy aquí, dije, con los perros románticos y aquí me voy a quedar.

Nevertheless his work lived on, precariously, desperately (as he would have wished, perhaps), yet it lived on. A handful of young men read it, reinvented him, tried to become his followers, but how can you follow someone who is not moving, someone who is trying, with every appearance of success, to become invisible?

Once I asked him what kind of women he liked. It was a stupid question, asked by an adolescent looking for something to say. But the Grub took it seriously and considered his reply for a long time. Finally he said, Calm women. And then he added, But only the dead are really calm. And after a while, Not even the dead, come to think of it.

She was just a sad girl, I think, lost now among the multitudes.

I have hope in children. In children and warriors. In children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men.