I am not a historian. I am a writer obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
If the past has nothing to say to the present, history may go on sleeping undisturbed in the closet where the system… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
“In school they taught me that way back in caveman times we discovered fire by rubbing stones or sticks together. I’ve been… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
Each time a new war is disclosed in the name of the fight of the good against evil, those who are killed… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
I'm a writer obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past of America and above all that of Latin America, intimate land condemned… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
No history is mute. No matter how much they own it, break it, and lie about it, human history refuses to shut… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
I'm a writer obsessed with remembering: with remembering the past of America above all - and above all, that of Latin America,… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
Less is always more. The best language is silence. We live in a time of a terrible inflation of words, and it… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
The ways of change are dictated by the circumstances of each country, each place and each time. I don't think that arrogant… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
I am astonished each time I come to the U.S. by the ignorance of a high percentage of the population, which knows… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
“THE ROAD GOES ON When someone dies, when his time is up, what happens to the wanderings, desirings, and speakings that were… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
In the struggle of good against evil, it's always the people who get killed. — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of our… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
And one fine day the goddess of the wind kisses the foot of man, that mistreated, scorned foot, and from that kiss the soccer… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
“THE HE’S ARE SHE’S In 1847, three novels excite England’s readers. Wuthering Heights by Ellis Bell tells a devastating tale of passion and shame.… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
In the Age of the Almighty Computer, drones are the perfect warriors. They kill without remorse, obey without kidding around, and they never reveal… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
I'm not asking you to describe the rain falling the night the archangel arrived; I'm demanding that you get me wet. Make up your… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
From the weak nations' point of view, it is better if there are many powerful countries then if there are just a few. The… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
“WALLS The Berlin Wall made the news every day. From morning till night we read, saw, heard: the Wall of Shame, the Wall of… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
There are those who believe destiny rests at the feet of the gods, but the truth is that it confronts the conscious of man… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
The poet, distracted by politics, asks of poetry that it make itself useful like metal or flour, that it get ready to stain its… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
Every two weeks, a language dies. The world is diminished when it loses its human sayings, just as when it loses its diversity of… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
“In the Greek Olympics, women, slaves, and foreigners never took part. Not in Greek democracy either.” — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share
