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More Quotes by Mario Vargas Llosa
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.
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.
He felt immense tenderness for her. He was sure that he would always love her, for my happiness and also my misfortune.
Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.
No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing.
I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.
Although they say that only idiots are happy, I confess that I felt happy.
Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it.
Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
One can't fight with oneself, for this battle has only one loser.