Están pero no están.

Están ahí, pero no los ves. Bueno, de eso se trata. Están, pero no están. Así que cuidá el maletín, la puerta, la valija, la ventana, el auto, cuidá los ahorros, cuidá el culo, porque están siempre ahí y van a estar siempre ahí... Son descuidistas, culateros, abanicadores, gallos ciegos, biromistas, mecheras, garfios, pungas, boqueteros, escruchantes, arrebatadores, mostaceros, lanzas, bagalleros, pesqueros, filos.

Nueve Reinas (2000), Fabián Bielinsky.

El primer libro.

En una ocasión oí comentar a un cliente habitual en la librería de mi padre que pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón. Aquellas primeras imágenes, el eco de esas palabras que creemos haber dejado atrás, nos acompañan toda la vida y esculpen un palacio en nuestra memoria al que, tarde o temprano —no importa cuántos libros leamos, cuántos mundos descubramos, cuánto aprendamos u olvidemos—, vamos a regresar. 

La Sombra del Viento, Carlos Ruiz Zafón. 

Nightswimming.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon. I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two, side by side, in orbit around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum could not describe nightswimming.

Nightswimming, R.E.M.

Aquel par.

Les vi marchar del brazo, perdiéndose por la calle Santa Ana, pensando que a lo mejor alguien en el cielo estaba de guardia y por una vez les concedía a aquel par unas gotas de felicidad. 

La Sombra del Viento (Carlos Ruiz Zafón).

Difficult.

In this grave hour fuck fuck fuck perhaps the most fateful in our history bugger shit shit. I send to every household of my p-p-peoples... The letter 'P' is always difficult.
 

The King's speech (2010), Tom Hopper.

Lardass.

What the audience didn't know was that Lardass wasn't really interested in winning. What he wanted was revenge, and right before he was introduced he'd gotten ready for it. Diving into his fifth pie, Lardass began to imagine that he wasn't eating pies. He pretended he was eating cow-plops, and rat guts in blueberry sauce. Slowly, a sound started to build in Lardass' stomach. A strange and scary sound, like a log truck coming at you at a hundred miles-an-hour. Suddenly, Lardass opened his mouth, and before Bill Travis knew it, he was covered with five pies worth of used blueberries. The women in the audience screamed. Bossman Bob Cormier took one look at Bill Travis and barfed on Principal Wiggins, who barfed on the lumberjack that was sitting next to him. Mayor Grundy barfed on his wife's tits. But when the smell hit the crowd, that's when Lardass' plan really started to work. Girlfriends barfed on boyfriends. Kids barfed on their parents. A fat lady barfed in her purse. The Donnelley twins barfed on each other, and the Women's Auxiliary barfed all over the Benevolent Order of Antelopes. And Lardass just sat back and enjoyed what he'd created-a complete and total barf-o-rama!

Stand By Me, (1986), Rob Reiner.

Unwavering.

On the page it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse - bassoons and basset horns - like a rusty squeezebox. Then suddenly - high above it - an oboe, a single note, hanging there unwavering, till a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I'd never heard. Filled with such longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the very voice of God. 

Amadeus (1984), Milos Forman.

Skill.

Once you decide on your occupation, you must immerse yourself in your work. You have to fall in love with your work. Never complain about your job. You must dedicate your life to mastering your skill. That's the secret of success... and is the key to being regarded honorably. 

Jiro Dreams of Sushi (2011), David Gelb.

Lament crap.

I don't want any of this lover's lament crap. I want something peppy, something happy, something up-tempo. I want something snappy. 

That thing you do! (1996), Tom Hanks.

Prove it.

We are all fuckin' geniuses. The key is to work hard enough to prove it.

A ridiculous goal.

Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. The definition of the word is subjective -it means different things to different people. The same person who is ugly in one estimation is beautiful in another. You've heard it before, but I want you to believe that real beauty is what you are inside. If you were my child, I would counsel you to invest your energy crafting inner beauty, because your outside will never please everyone anyway.

Only talent.

- Looks and talent don't always go together, Katerina. 

- Looks don't concern me, maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste. 

Amadeus (1984), Milos Forman.

Something more than mockery.

I'm running out of time
I'm out of step and closing down
And never sleep for wanting hours
The empty hours of greed and uselessly
Always the need to feel again
The real belief of something more than mockery
If only I could fill my heart with love

Closedown, The Cure. 

The simple belief.

There's a trick to being whatever you want to be in life. 

It starts with the simple belief that you are what or who you say you are. 

It starts, like all faiths, with a belief - a belief predicated more on whimsy than reality. 

And you've gotta believe for everybody else, too - until you can show them proof. 

If you're lucky, someone starts believing with you - first theoretically, then in practice. And two people believing are the start of a congregation. 

You build a congregation of believers and eventually you set out to craft a cathedral. Sometimes it's just a church; sometimes it turns out to be a chapel. 

Folks who don't build churches will try to tell you how you're doing it wrong, even as your steeple breaks the clouds. Never listen.

Tough Shit, Kevin Smith.

Like electricity.

Don't know. Sorta feels good. Sorta stiff and that, but once I get going... then I like, forget everything. And... sorta disappear. Sorta disappear. Like I feel a change in my whole body. And I've got this fire in my body. I'm just there. Flyin' like a bird. Like electricity. Yeah, like electricity. 

Billy Elliot (2000), Stephen Daldry.

Loner.

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn’t want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn’t understand TV. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores. 

Women. Charles Bukowski.

My life.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

 

Infinite.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. 

 

Equations.

He believed that great harvests came form arid sources, pleasure from restraint. He knew the equations that most people didn't know: Things led to their opposites.

Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson.

Caring.

All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.

Sherlock. Episode 2, Season 2. 

 

Angels.

She never mentions the word addiction in certain company. Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan after you meet her family. She paints her eyes as black as night now. She pulls those shades down tight. She gives a smile when the pain comes. The pain gonna make everything alright.

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket. She wears a cross around her neck. Yes, the hairs are from a little boy and the cross from someone she has not met. Not yet.

Says she talks to angels, they call her out by her name.

She Talks to Angels, Black Crowes (1990).

Hope.

I’ve never seen our music as being over-dark. I think that there is always an element of hope in our music. 

Martin Gore.

I try.

- I think I'm in love with you.
- You mean as friends?
- No... I mean for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know...
- I try really hard, actually.


Juno (2007), Jason Reitman.

Forget.

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Maya Angelou.

Dramatic enough.

The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone, you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

How to be good, Nick Hornby.

Master.

A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and play, his mind and his body, his education ans his recreation. He hardly knows which is which, he simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always seems to be doing both.

James A. Michener.

Live Life, Don't Watch It.

The night, your night. Every night. Starts with a simple question. Is it to be an evening on the sofa staring at strangers, a televised spew of reality stars, fame hunters and Primadonnas, everyone plotting, catch phrasing, confessing and unraveling, or do you want it to be more. A time when judges and contestants are replaced by teen moms, trouble makers and teen mates. No islands to be voted off. No board rooms to be fired from. Where sunrise is the only elimination ceremony. Because in the end the night deserves to be played not watched. And channel surfing is not a sport. 

Here’s to the after hours Athlete. 

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