Here are some of my favorite quotes. Some of them are things i agree with, but said much more eloquently than i ever would. Some are here just because i like them, and some just because they make me laugh :)

    The first one is a extract of the book "American Gods" by Neil Gailman. I haven't read the book, but if it's half as amazing as this extract . . . wow :

        " I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things  where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mr. Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative.

        I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in the War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm and that thousand of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars.

        I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in a impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise and sheer blind luck.

        I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."

    The next piece it's in Spanish. It's the chapter 7 of a book called "Rayuela" by Emilio Cortázar. It's the most complex book i've ever read (just take a look at the length of the sentences. . . ), and in the middle of the book appears this:

        "Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca, voy dibujándola como si saliera de mi mano, como si por primera vez tu boca se entreabriera, y me basta cerrar los ojos para deshacerlo todo y recomenzar, hago nacer cada vez la boca que deseo, la boca que mi mano elige y te dibuja en la cara una boca elegida entre todas, con su soberana libertad elegida por mi para dibujarla con mi mano en tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender, coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano dibuja.

        Me miras, de cerca me miras, cada vez más de cerca, y entonces jugamos al cíclope, nos miramos cada vez más de cerca, y los ojos se agrandan, se acercan entre si, se superponen y los cíclopes se miran, respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran, y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio. entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultaneo de aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mi como una luna en el agua."

    This is Pandora's box myth :

        " The ancient Greeks had a myth about the creation of the world. In it, the first man was created from mud, and he was an almost perfect being. The gods with their infinite pleasure taken by meddling in the affairs of men, decided to create the first woman. They gave her the name Pandora, the word that meant 'all gifts'.

        Before they sent this woman down to live amongst the mortals, they gave her the gift of a brilliant gilt box. It was huge and ornate, speaking of unknown riches that must be held within. The gods gave this gift to the woman with only one instruction - that she never opened the box. They gave no reason save the superiority of their knowledge, and while the warning they gave her was grave, in the end, it was not enough. For although the woman was innocent and well intentioned, she possesed the flaw of curiosity. Heedless of her warning, she opened the box to peer inside. With the lid thus loosened, the contents of the box spilled from their captivity. Freed from their prison were all the evils of mankind. Greed. War. Pestilence. Hate. Famine. Envy. Spite. Revenge. Horrified, the woman rushed to close the lid. She was, however, too late. All the evils had escaped.

        Glancing into the box one last time, she searched to see if anything remained. At the bottom of the box, tucked away in the corner, was one remaining item. It was not evil like its companions; it did not rose and attepted to break free of the box. It was small and enduring, possesing strength to rival that of its foes.

        The last gift left was hope."

    " The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. Sweat it out, cry it out, or take some time to walk by the sea and figure out a way to endure."

Isak Dinesen                                       

    " I loathe the expression 'What makes him tick'. It's the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stop like an electric clock in a thunderstorm."

James Thurber                                       

The next ones were Alba's suggestion, so thanks sweety ;)

   " Good sex is like good Bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."

Mae West                                           

    "Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages. Said that they are unnatural. Gay marriages are unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all."

Bill Maher, Politically Incorrect               

    The next piece is from " For whom the bells tolls" by Ernest Hemingway. If you want to understand it you'll probably have to read it a couple of times, or just once, very, very sllowly . . .

        " Sabían que nada podría pasarle a uno sin que le pasara también al otro; que no podría pasarles nada sino eso que eso era todo y siempre, el pasado, el presente y ese futuro desconocido. Lo que no iban a tener nunca, lo tenían. Lo tenían ahora y antes y ahora, ahora y ahora. O ahora, ahora, ahora; este ahora único, este ahora por encima de todo; este ahora como no hubo otro, sino sólo este ahora y ahora es tu profeta. Ahora y por siempre jamás. Ven ahora, ahora porque no hay otro ahora más que ahora. Sí, ahora. Ahora, por favor, ahora; el único ahora. Nada más que ahora. ¿Y dónde estás tú? ¿Y dónde estoy yo? ¿Y dónde está el otro? Y ya no hay más por qué; ya no habrá nunca por qué; sólo hay este ahora. Ni habrá nunca por qué, sólo este presente, y de ahora en adelante sólo habrá ahora, siempre ahora, desde ahora sólo un ahora; desde ahora sólo hay uno, no hay otro más que uno; uno que asciende, parte, navega, se aleja, gira; uno y uno es uno; uno, uno, uno. Todavía uno, todavía uno, uno que desciende, uno suavemente, uno ansiadamente, uno gentilmente, uno felizmente; uno en la bondad, uno en la ternura, uno sobre la tierra, con los codos pegados a las ramas de los pinos, cortadas para hacer el lecho, con el perfume de las ramas del pino de la noche..."

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