Artículos de la Categoría: ‘Paul Auster’

In the country of last things, Paul Auster

martes, 9 septiembre 2008

Words tend to last a bit longer than things, but eventually they fade too, along with the pictures they once evoked.

(pág. 89)

, Penguin 1987

Leviathan, Paul Auster

sábado, 16 junio 2007

It’s not a question of right or wrong. That’s the way the world works. Everyman is the prisoner of his pecker, and there’s not a damned thing we can do about it. We try to fight it sometimes, but it’s always a losing battle.

(pág. 94)

, Faber and Faber 2005

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

domingo, 3 septiembre 2006

As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life in his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to what end? To read books, to write books, to think.


All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.


, Faber & Faber, 2006

Paul Auster, Oracle Night

domingo, 3 septiembre 2006

We write books, don’t we? What else can you expect from people like us?

(Esto, Sartine, es un homenaje a ti)


– No thanks. I’m a married man. I have everything I need at home.
– Every man say that. But the dick always wins out over duty.


…because even the best people do bad things.


Words could kill, he discovered. Words could alter reality, and therefore they were too dangerous to be entrusted to a man who loved them above everything else.

(pag. 188)

Maybe that’s what writing is all about, Sid. Not recording events from the past, but making things happen in the future.


, Faber & Faber, 2004