Y con esta bella estampa también de Manuele Fior aprovechamos para desearos un 2012 de grandes lecturas. ¡Feliz año!
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Y con esta bella estampa también de Manuele Fior aprovechamos para desearos un 2012 de grandes lecturas. ¡Feliz año!
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— Kurt Vonnegut
But I did not even want to be angry at my father for failing to take literature seriously enough … My real fear, the crucial thing that I did not wish to know or discover, was the possibility that my father might be a good writer. I couldn’t open my father’s suitcase because I feared this. Even worse, I couldn’t even admit this myself openly. If true and great literature emerged from my father’s suitcase, I would have to acknowledge that inside my father there existed an entirely different man. This was a frightening possibility. Because even at my advanced age I wanted my father to be only my father – not a writer.
A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words.
"— Orhan Pamuk- Nobel Lecture
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