(...) ¿qué era el tiempo si nadie podía medirlo, si nada podía acusar su paso? El tiempo solo se mostraba en las hojas secas, en las heridas que cicatrizaban, en la carcoma que devoraba, en el óxido que se extendía, y en los corazones que se cansaban. Si nadie estaba allí para señalarlo, el tiempo no era nada, absolutamente nada.
Félix J. Palma(...) el tiempo nunca se pierde tratando de conseguir un sueño.
Félix J. PalmaI don't think traveling back in time on an empty stomach is a good idea.
Félix J. PalmaY es que hay mujeres y mujeres y hombres y hombres, y no basta con barajarlos y elegir una carta de cada mazo y creer que el resultado es una pareja.
Félix J. PalmaTag: love
If Wells recognized any merit in [Henry] James, it was his undeniable talent for using very long sentences in order to say nothing at all. p. 516
Félix J. PalmaAnd now that Wells had heard him laugh, he wondered whether the so-called Elephant Man had not in fact been smiling at him from the moment he stepped into the room, a warm, friendly smile intended to sooth the discomfort his appearance produced in his guests, a smile no one would ever see.
As he left the room, he felt a tear roll down his cheek.
He was back at the point of departure, at the place that filled writers with dread and excitement, for this was where they must decide which new story to tackle of the many floating in the air, which plot to bind themselves to for a lengthy period; and they had to choose carefully, study each option calmly...because there were dangerous stories, stories that resisted being inhabited, and stories that pulled you apart while you were writing them...At that moment, before reverently committing the first word to paper, he could write anything he wanted, and this fired his blood with a powerful sense of freedom, as wonderful as it was fleeting, for he knew it would vanish the moment he chose one story and sacrificed all the others.
Félix J. PalmaHe had learned from experience that what he succeeded in putting down on paper was only ever a pale reflection of what he had imagined, and so he had come to accept that this would only be half as good as the original, half as acceptable as the flawless, unachievable novel that had acted as a guide, and which he imagined pulsating mockingly behind each book like some ghostly presence.
Félix J. PalmaI would like you to have it, Mr. Wells" he said, presenting him with the basket,"to remind you that everything is a question of wills
Félix J. PalmaMerrick belonged to that class of reader who was able to forget with amazing ease the hand moving the characters behind the scenes of the novel.
Félix J. PalmaTag: imagination reader
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