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More Quotes by Mario Vargas Llosa
But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell, that's all. And as far as I know, that never yet made anyone fly.
Don't ask me why, because I'm not even going to tell you dead. I'm never going to tell you that I love you even if she loves you.
It is easier to imagine the death of one person than that of a hundred or a thousand... Multiplied, suffering becomes abstract. It is not easy to be moved by abstract things.
Lies crushed day and night become truths.
Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.
Almost seventy years later I remember clearly how the magic of translating the words in books into images enriched my life, breaking the barriers of time and space...
He felt immense tenderness for her. He was sure that he would always love her, for my happiness and also my misfortune.
When I thought I was going to lose my mind in the face of so much suffering. This is how I discovered that a human being cannot live without believing.
Writers are the exorcists of their own demons.
Reading is protesting against the insufficiencies of life.
