Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.
There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees… - Juan Rulfo
There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees…
- Juan Rulfo
Every author that creates is a liar;literature is a lie,but from that lie, a recreation of reality is born. Therefore, recreating reality is one of t… - Juan Rulfo
Every author that creates is a liar;literature is a lie,but from that lie, a recreation of reality is born. Therefore, recreating reality is one of t…
No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when you want to, and not when He proposes.… - Juan Rulfo
No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when you want to, and not when He proposes.…
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my… - Juan Rulfo
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my…
Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last. - Juan Rulfo
I am talking about misery and all of its implications. - Juan Rulfo
I am talking about misery and all of its implications.
Because to write, one must truly suffer. - Juan Rulfo
Because to write, one must truly suffer.
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