José Baroja Zitate

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„Die Förderung des Lesens ist eine moralische Verantwortung von Schriftstellern.“

„Das Schreiben hat meinem Leben Sinn, Kohärenz und Identität verliehen.“

„Ohne Geld gibt es in dieser Stadt keine bleibende Fantasie!“

„Gott? Christus. Die Jungfrau. Dieses Guadalajara ist so reich an Kathedralen, so reich an Erscheinungen, dass ich sicher bin, dass dies die wahren Grundlagen der Stadt und ihres Unglücks sind: Der Regen wäscht die Sünde dieser Welt weg …“

„…Wer könnte besser als ein Lateinamerikaner über das Leid von Hunden und andere Geschichten schreiben?“

„Es war, als ob inmitten dieses Sex-Wirbelsturms alles einfacher wäre.“

“…we transform the sublime into an onion to remain unread.”

“…resignation is like the rain in Mexico City, sometimes sad, arbitrary and inopportune.”

“The resignation it looks like rain and that explains why the rain can bring resignation.”

“We are just cogs and nuts of a few stupid people in power.”

“In democracy, wishing bad for an incoming government is like buying a gun, buying the bullets, loading it and wishing to be killed with it: sovereign dogmatic stupidity.”

“We longed to be in the middle of some neophyte gaze of some library entity, of someone rediscovering paper.”

“Without money there is no lasting imagination in this city!”

“If we focus only on making money, people's knowledge will be reduced until we become experts in our subject, but ignorant about human beings.”

“We know well that there is poverty in Latin America, beyond the beauty of our nations.”

“We cannot be naive: the literature book will not solve poverty by itself”

“I never feel like a text is completely finished. Over and over again I reread it, preferably out loud, until a certain tiredness leads me to send it to the editor, who will decide whether it is published or not.”

“For me, the important thing is still the people.”

“…sometimes I feel like I betray the writer when I try to teach literature.”

“I think of the northern country, the United States, where they are specialists, very good at what they do, but sometimes, many times, they have no memory of the things that have happened, because they are so interested in raising money that the past is blurred and give meaning to ignorance on the basis of consumption.”

“I believe that academics do not flow naturally with this world, since, many times, the Academy, from those all-knowing egos, which are not lacking, turns the literary into a mere object lacking spirit.”

“Current school education in the United States is so bad that the only thing they got in 2025 was a bad Trump.”

“That apartment was the only property he truly owned—his own as much as a rental can be.”

“Overcome by that mix of cowardice and curiosity typical of 1980s horror movies, where we all knew the protagonists shouldn’t go that way, he knew he shouldn’t look—but he did.”

“Probably, the eccentricities of those who visited the establishment meant nothing to him, especially if they were accompanied by a generous tip.”

“Los Prisioneros were always right: for the 'gringos,' Latin America is still just one country south of the United States.”

“The biggest mistake of the average wage earner is forgetting that no company has or will ever have a human heart.”

“In the end, it's just everyday life and forgetting, because there's nothing fantastic about people having to die every day.”

“Neofascism dresses up in makeup, glamour, and pure spectacle.”

“…the Moon is there, up above, still, shining, hiding every wound that time has marked her body.”

“She was such a beautiful, delicate apparition that she was on the verge of reciting a verse by Huidobro or Neruda right there, dedicated, by the way, to the little rose.”

“Bad education aren't just a problem for those at the bottom or in the middle; they're also a problem for those at the top, who are certain of their untouchability.”

“Pedestrians, passersby, civilians, citizens, couples, singles, children of God, move from side to side, miserable in their ignorance.”

“The moon is red, sensing the future, it has dressed up for its gala, or the Devil has decorated it.”

“Has he gained weight?" He smiles a pathetic smile, seeing his reflection, sweaty and "almost dead," projected there on the glass of a dismantled display case full of mannequins.”