“Love is disgusting when you no longer possess yourself.”

“When I am alone with God I see that God is really all I have. All that matters. All that will last. At these times I realize that the magnitude of what I have is incomprehensible. Usually I cry for the sheer joy of it. Not tears of defeat, but rather tears of gratitude.”

“You see, Yousef, you can't force someone in their hearts to believe the way you do. They all tried and failed. They judged by their own convictions--not even by the truth of the teachings of Isa. No one is above God's judgment. No one has the right to judge for him.”

“Pues tu teoría se queda incompleta sin mí.”

“All war is based in deception (cfr. Sun Tzu, “The Art of War”).Definition of deception: “The practice of deliberately making somebody believe things that are not true. An act, a trick or device entended to deceive somebody”.Thus, all war is based in metaphor.All war necessarily perfects itself in poetry.Poetry (since indefinable) is the sense of seduction.Therefore, all war is the storytelling of seduction, and seduction is the nature of war.”

“Ambos acordaban que el regreso de la sensibilidad pura era paralelo a la herejía por la obsesión estética. Las cosas verdaderamente tristes habían llegado a un punto de exacerbación tal que la historia del patito feo era la versión minimalista(el mito fundacional) que organizaba la tragedia de los muchos millones que tenían ojos, y se encontraban por tanto "observados y revelados como feos acusadoramente por si mismos y el resto". Los cancioneros modernos elevaban delicados himnos a la certidumbre de la pateticidad intrínseca, a la autoconciencia recobrada so forma de espejos:dime, ¿me dejarías llorar sobre tu hombro?he oído decir que probarias lo que fuera al menos dos vecescierra los ojos, y piensa en alquien que te atraiga físicamentey déjame besarte, oh déjame besartey entonces abre tus ojos, y veras a alguien al quedesprecias físicamentepero mi corazón está abiertomi corazon está entregado a ti[bis]”

“Throughout the world what remains of the vast public spaces are now only the stuff of legends: Robin Hood’s forest, the Great Plains of the Amerindians, the steppes of the nomadic tribes, and so forth… Rousseau said that the first person who wanted a piece of nature as his or her own exclusive possession and transformed it into the transcendent form of private property was the one who invented evil. Good, on the contrary, is what is common.”