Eduardo Galeano

In the struggle of good against evil, it's always the people who get killed.

For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.

Reality is very, very contradictory, and so I try to write just perfecting what I see, what I read, what I feel, in a feel-thinking way. Not only giving ideas, or receiving ideas, or trying to explain something, but mainly feel-thinking, a feel-thinking language able to tie the heart and the mind, which have been divorced.

Each time a new war is disclosed in the name of the fight of the good against evil, those who are killed are all poor. It's always the same story repeating once and again and again.

I have never killed anybody, it is true, but it is because I lacked the courage or the time, not because I lacked the desire

I don't believe in charity. I believe in solidarity.

The ball laughs, radiant, in the air. He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.