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More Quotes by Mario Vargas Llosa
Lies crushed day and night become truths.
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.
Although they say that only idiots are happy, I confess that I felt happy.
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.
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.
Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.
He felt immense tenderness for her. He was sure that he would always love her, for my happiness and also my misfortune.
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.
