Julio Cortázar
short story writer
| Date of Birth | : | 26 Aug, 1914 |
| Date of Death | : | 12 Feb, 1984 |
| Place of Birth | : | Ixelles, Belgium |
| Profession | : | Argentine-French Novelist And Short Story Writer |
| Nationality | : | Argentine, Belgian, French |
Julio Florencio Cortázar Latin American Spanish was an Argentine and naturalised French novelist, short story writer, essayist, and translator. Known as one of the founders of the Latin American Boom, Cortázar influenced an entire generation of Spanish-speaking readers and writers in America and Europe.
He is considered one of the most innovative and original authors of his time, a master of history, poetic prose and short story in general and a creator of important novels that inaugurated a new way of making literature in the Hispanic world by breaking the classical molds through narratives that escaped temporal linearity.
He lived his childhood and adolescence and incipient maturity in Argentina and, after the 1950s, in Europe. He lived in Italy, Spain, and in Switzerland. In 1951, he settled in France for more than three decades and composed some of his works there.
Quotes
Total 20 Quotes
I think we all have a little bit of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when everything around us is so insanely sane.
Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.
Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.
But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.
What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. They probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out. You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out of a concert.
Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.
All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
