This ghost of a mother had begun to ask him questions about who he was and who he truly loved. Was he capable of love?
The writer, indeed every real artist, was the devil, rivalling God in creativity, trying even to surpass him. God was surely man’s most fatal creation, the devil’s kitsch bitch. It was God, with his i...
The news I bring is to say that, man being the only animal who hates himself, the likely fate of the world is total self-destruction.
Sometimes he'd get home before the children were asleep, and carry them around on his back, kick balls with them, and tell them stories of pigs with spiders on their heads. Other times he would turn u...
She screamed—more like a week. She informed me that a woman who doesn’t have an orgasm a day will get dry skin, and lines. According to her you should rub your lover’s semen into your forehead.
Papá me enseñó a coquetear con todo el mundo, chicas y chicos, y acabé por considerar el encanto -y no la cortesía o la franqueza, o incluso la decencia- la principal virtud mundana
PAPA: This damn country has done us in. That's why I'm like this. We should be there. Home.NASSER: But that country has been sodomized by religion. It is beginning to interfere with the making of mone...
My father had the right idea. Begin from an assumption of insanity and then laugh, where possible.
Most people don’t know how to maximise their pleasure, they sexualise their pain. Surely you’ve noticed that most people live without love, spending their lives trying to find people they’re not turne...
For him, the writer should be the very devil, a disturber of dreams and wrecker of fatuous utopias, the bringer-in of reality, and rival of God in his wish to make worlds.
Desire makes me laugh because it makes fools of us all. Still, rather a fool than a fascist.
But to be able to bear one's own mind, to wait while the inner storm of intolerable thoughts blows itself out, leaving one to contemplate the debris with some understanding--that is an enviable state...
At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.
All day, everywhere he went, he heard stories of the remarkable penis, not only of its size and strength, but of its warm way with strangers.
After a bit you realize there’s only one invaluable commodity. Not gold or love, but time.
The world is simple: it’s just a matter of cafés where they like you, and cafés where they don’t.
The world is made from our imagination ; our eyes enliven it , as our hands give it shape.Wanting makes it thrive; meaning is what you put in , not what you extract. you can only see what you are incl...
Sé que el amor es un trabajo sucio; tienes que mancharte las manos. Si te mantienes a distancia, no sucede nada interesante. Además, debes encontrar la distancia adecuada entre las personas. Si están...
Papá me enseñó a coquetear con todo el mundo, chicas y chicos, y acabé por considerar el encanto -y no la cortesía o la franquza, o incluso la decencia- la principal virtud mundana
If living is an art it is a strange one, an art of everything, and particularly of spirited pleasure.