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More Quotes by Mario Vargas Llosa
I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.
Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.
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.
Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.
Lies crushed day and night become truths.
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.
Although they say that only idiots are happy, I confess that I felt happy.
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.
Reading is protesting against the insufficiencies of life.
