The stories on standardized tests don't have one author, therefore they can never authentically be in the first person. Imagine that! Everywhere, there are… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“...she feels a desire to go to the bridge, alone, to throw something over the rail, into the current—a photograph, a hat, anything; she… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“She knows that very soon Ernesto won't come back. She imagines herself disconcerted, then furious, and finally invaded by a decisive calm. It's all… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“The novel belongs to our parents, I thought then, I think now. That's what we grew up believing, that the novel belonged to our… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
Everything has been said and everything has been done, but you still feel like you are looking for something. — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“Julián didn’t want to regain his love, since he had stopped loving her a long time ago. He had stopped loving her one second… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
Publishing my book is like giving it away. At first you start talking about it, but you are basically letting go. I won't say… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
We rely too much on the people we share our lives with. We hold them responsible for things they are not even aware of.… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
I remember thinking, without pride of self-pity, that I was not rich or poor, that I wasn't good or bad. But that was difficult:… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“What greater happiness than to know that move exists, that I can watch it many times, that I can watch it always.” — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
As a child, all you see is that adults are not playing. Adults are not talking too much. Adults don't want to relate to… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“Parents abandon their children. Children abandon their parents. Parents protect or forsake, but they always forsake. Children stay or go but they always go.… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“There are some families in which, at 9:00 at night, the father starts to hit the wine and the mother the ironing, far away… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“She lay on the bed to read a novel; she wanted to forget that bitter conversation and be carried along by the plot, but… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
