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"A Carvalho le molestaba tomar el sol como un lagarto, Pero Teresa demostraba una gran solidaridad con el termostato habitual en todas las mujeres, animales de sangre frĂa que necesitan el sol y son capaces de someterse a sus rayos con la beatĂfica expresiĂłn del comulgante o incluso con el ĂŠxtasis del mistico dispuesto a la entrega divina."
"The relationship between the human being and the flesh has always been a matter of huge conflict. Since the beginning of time every religion has tried to take control of our selves, usually from a repressive point of view, most often than not inhibiting the body as well. Other times, on the other hand, as in certain eastern liturgies, empowering the body and doing away with the ego. But living inside this body never ceases to be a conflict. We are cultural beings and that clashes with our animal instincts. Thatâs where the title [La Carne] comes from...In the first place, the flesh is what traps us, because no one has ever chosen his or her body to live in, has he? You are what you are and you didnât get to choose it. Itâs the flesh that traps us in the first place, the flesh that makes us sick, that makes us old and that eventually ends up killing us. But at the same time, itâs that glorious flesh that enables us to scratch heaven through sensuality, through sex, through passion. Paradoxically, the flesh that kills us will also make us feel eternal for a brief moment because thatâs what we are in passion, eternalâwe abandon ourselves, we merge, we give ourselves to the other, so much that when we are loving passionately, death doesnât exist."
"I have the feeling . . . no, the conviction, the certainness that reality and fiction are really mixed up. The frontier between reality and fiction is tremendously porous and slippery."
"Kids are the ones who create; I find it really great to have my inner child still alive."
"You canât make a living out of fiction writing. You canât and you shouldnât. I always tell everyone that is a huge mistake, because I have seen many writers get lost because of that. Novels should be an area of total freedom. It is already difficult to fight against the market pressure, against the pressure from your friends, your family, your editors, against the pressure of your own ambitions. All of that is already a fight. If you also have to earn money to pay for the mortgage, itâs fatal."
"The print journalism I do, reporting, is a literary genre as any other, and it can also be as sublime as any other."
"For me, fiction belongs to my inner being, is something essential which defines meâI am a fiction writer in the same way I am a woman, the same way I am dark-hairedâit is something essential and structural. Itâs like an exogenous skeleton that keeps me going. And I donât know how I would manage to live without writing, working with words. But they are two extremely opposite genres; letâs say as essays are to poetry. In particular, within journalism, clearness is a value. The clearer and less misleading a work of journalism is, the better. In a novel, ambiguity is a value. The more readings a novel has, even contradictory, the better. In journalism, you talk about what you know; you have provided yourself with records, you have gathered information, you have performed interviews. In a novel, you talk about what you donât know, because the novel comes from the unconscious. They are very different relationships with words and with the world. In journalism, you talk about trees; in the novel, you try to talk about the forest."
"I will say there are two authors I consider my teachers, one on the most realistic side and the other one in the most fantastic side: one of them is American, Ursula K. Le Guin...and the other one is half American, Nabokov, although his Russian ancestry and his Russian works also influence me a lot."
"The art path leads you to be increasingly free. Thatâs what you do. Maturity happens because of being increasingly free...to be truly free, you have to break free from internal and external pressures. The things that restrict the freedom of writing are thousands, from the fear of hurting someone to the will of pleasing someone . . . a lot of things. And you actually have to erase the self completely and become a sort of medium, let the story pass through yourself and let the story dance with you."
"By being completely free, totally erasing the self, you can dance well, you can make love well, and you can write well."
"one of the most widespread mirages is to think we are not going to be like the other old people, we will be different. But, then, age always catches you and you end up being equally shaky, unstable and drooling."
"Stereotypes stick in the mind like parasites: it's easier to increase a country's GDP per head twelvefold â in the last 40 years Spain's has gone from $2,413 to $29,651 â than to eliminate our neighbours' prejudices about us...It's true that until relatively recently Spain was chauvinistic and backward, yet it's equally true that there have been dramatic changes in the last 40 years...The fact is that Spain is no longer notable for its machismo, when compared with its European neighbours."
"The truth is you do not choose the stories you tell, but stories choose you. You do not choose, therefore, characters either. Novels are like dreams you dream with your eyes open; they are books which appear in your head with the same apparent immediateness as they appear in your dreams at night. A writer always writes their obsessions and the truth is that all throughout life we end up writing the same thing in different ways. I am a tremendously existentialist writer; a contemporary novel is a novel that is very much marked by death, but mine is even more than the average one. Then all my books speak in a very obsessive way about death and the passing of time and what the time does to us or undoes to us, because our lives mean us being undone over time."
"At any given time, if you live long enough, old age catches you...the only choices we have in life are either the impairment of old age or early death."
"I believe in twinshipâin my novels thereâs lots of twinsâand itâs exactly about that. Itâs about all of the possibilities of our own being that we leave behind because one of the things that troubles me the most in life, that upsets all of us, is that we reach this world with the capability to be anything. But then life starts to confine us inside our small realities. And then, the shadow of those other possible lives stays to lurk us, which also sticks to you and you canât shake it off, since it was so easy, itâd have been so easy to lead another life. We make twenty thousand small choices a day, and maybe one of those choices is the one that will take us to a completely different life. If you stop to think about it, it is vertiginous, hypnotizing and distressing. So, twins represent the other possible lives you could have led, which you drag behind you some way, in a ghostly way."
"what we can control is how we respond to what happens to us, what we do with what happens to us. Even if the range of choice is minimal, there is always a choice...Even in that tiny little range of choice, you can choose. So, from that point of view, destiny is our battlefield. Itâs not a tragedy; it is what we do with it."
"It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees."
"No pasarĂĄn."
"I had never heard a Mass like that one.. the church vault was split open, the walls were rasped and peeling, the altars were wrecked or had been thrown out; worst of all, that great dark hole at the end, where the high altar had been, the paving hidden beneath the powder and rubble, no pews to sit on, everyone standing or kneeling before a wooden table with a crucifix placed on it, a sunbeam shining sharply down through a gap in the vault and a cloud of flies dancing in the harsh light that illuminated the whole Church and made it seem as though we were hearing Mass in the middle of the street. [-] I had never heard a Mass like that one [-] The bread and the Wine appeared as though they were fresh: the Host appeared to be beating and, in the sunlight, when the Wine was poured into the chalice, it appeared to be blood that was flowing [-] and then the thought, the sentiment occurred to me that Mass should always be heard in this way, in fear and trembling."
"Come in, enter, the door is wide open! It is you yourselves who have opened it with the fire and iron of your hatred:[-] By destroying this church, you have restored the Church, the Church that was founded for you, the poor, the oppressed , the desperate...it is you, with your poverty, your rebellion and your despair, who have rammed down the door, it is you who have breached her stout and solid walls, and you who have re-conquered her. Fire has built, blasphemy has purified, hatred of Christ has returned Christ to his house."
"Think deeply about this: what are you going to ask of Christ when you are in his Church? You come stepping in softly, seeking quiet under her vaulted roofs (unless, of course, you come out of mere vanity) in order to forget your problems and preoccupations [-] languidly immersing yourself in the majesty of the sacred chorales and in the aromatic clouds of incense: and then to sleep[-] But this is not the peace of Christ. My peace I give you, my peace I leave you. He said My, which is not the peace of this world. But you want to establish the Church in the peace of the world, and that is why the others, when they come, cannot enter without war cries rising from their overwrought lungs. They rebel, filling the temple with blashemous roars, they eject the terrified faithful, who had been half asleep, they insult or kill the ministers at the altar, knock over the altar itself ,smash the stone saints, burn the church [-] so it is that she once again becomes, for them, the church of the Christ that died on the cross. [-] This time, do not leave her rebuilding to others. Do not wish to put up sturdier walls for these will not give her a better defense [-] Nor should you ask the rich to contribute too much money for the reconstruction, lest the poor, should receive the benefice with mistrust. Let it be the poor who rebuild her, for then they will do so according to their fashion and only in this way will they love her."
"Hemos llegado a un punto absolutamente crĂtico..[...]...Todo el Sumario estĂĄ construido sobre la base de que lo que estallĂł en los trenes era Goma 2 ECO...[...]...estamos ante la hora de la verdad, es decir yo espero que hoy mismo, sin esperar a que haya mayores exigencias, el Ministerio del Interior ponga a disposiciĂłn del Juez del Olmo y del Partido Popular los informes elaborados por los TEDAX sobre el terreno respecto a los restos encontrados en los focos de la explosiĂłn. Y si en esos informes pone como debe poner, a la vista de lo que dijo el Comisario jefe de los TEDAX en la ComisiĂłn de investigaciĂłn, y de lo que dijo tambiĂŠn entonces el entonces Ministro del Interior, si pone que ahĂ habĂa Nitroglicerina, pues se pongan como se pongan los gobernantes, se pongan como se pongan algunos colegas especialistas en meterse debajo de la cama no vaya a ser que se enteren de algo, se pongan como se pongan los mĂĄs escĂŠpticos entre los espaĂąoles el Sumario del 11-M se ha venido abajo. Si ahĂ pone Nitroglicerina, el Sumario del 11-M se ha venido abajo. Y si no pone Nitroglicerina el que se tiene que ir abajo en diez minutos es el Comisario SĂĄnchez Manzano, y explicar por quĂŠ mintiĂł o, y serĂa tambiĂŠn entonces necesario abrir una investigaciĂłn sobre cĂłmo ha podido manipularse esos informes, porque desde luego el que no mintiĂł fue Ăngel Acebes."
"Every policy that we don't do, will be done against us."
"There are Catalanists because there are Spanishers."
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwĂźrdig geformten HĂśhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschĂśpft, das Abenteuer an dem groĂen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurĂźck. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der grĂśĂte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei auĂer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!