The Patriarchs: Being Meditations Upon Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, Job; The Canticles, Heaven and Earth.

“...the day shit is worth money, poor people will be born without an asshole””

— Unknown

“أجيبيه بنعم حتى ولو كنتي تموتين فزعاً ، وحتى لو ندمتِ فيما بعد ، لأنكِ على أية حال ستندمين طوال حياتكِ إن أنتي أجبتيه بلا .””

— Unknown

“an old man with no destiny with our never knowing who he was, or what he was like, or even if he was only a figment of the imagination, a comic tyrant who never knew where the reverse side was and where the right of this life which we loved with an insatiable passion that you never dared even to imagine out of the fear of knowing what we knew only too well that it was arduous and ephemeral but there wasn't any other, general, because we knew who we were while he was left never knowing it forever with the soft whistle of his rupture of a dead old man cut off at the roots by the slash of death, flying through the dark sound of the last frozen leaves of his autumn toward the homeland of shadows of the truth of oblivion, clinging to his fear of the rotting cloth of death's hooded cassock and alien to the clamor of the frantic crowds who took to the streets singing hymns of joy at the jubilant news of his death and alien forevermore to the music of liberation and the rockets of jubilation and the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end.””

— Unknown

“the bells of glory that announced to the world the good news that the uncountable time of eternity had come to an end””

— Unknown

“...as he discovered in the course of his uncountable years that a lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth...””

— Unknown

“Sabía que estaba condenado sin remedio a no morir de amor.””

— Unknown

“...you'll see, he said, they'll go back to dividing everything up among the priests, the gringos and the rich, and nothing for the poor, naturally, because they've always been so fucked up that the day that shit is worth money, poor people will be born without an asshole...””

— Unknown

“fear of death is the amber of happiness””

— Unknown

“Había empezado a vislumbrar que no se vive, qué carajo, se sobrevive, se aprende demasiado tarde que hasta las vidas más dilatadas y útiles no alcanzan para nada más que para aprender a vivir.””

— Unknown