More Quotes by Mario Vargas Llosa
Writers are the exorcists of their own demons.
Although they say that only idiots are happy, I confess that I felt happy.
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.
One can't fight with oneself, for this battle has only one loser.
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.
Revolution will free society of its afflictions, while science will free the individual of his.
I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.
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.
Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it.
