“The accepted view appears to be that Neruda represent the real Chile: a place of poetry, freedom of spirit and international enterprise.” — Brian Keenan Copy Share Image
“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities? —PABLO NERUDA” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“We must sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience. --Pablo Neruda” — Wendy Brown-Baez Copy Share Image
“You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda.” — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare… — Anita Diament Copy Share Image
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart, Where… — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Someday Neruda and Octavio Paz will shake hands. Sooner or later Paz will make room on Olympus for Neruda. But we will… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“Pay to go inside Neruda's home A body lies there with no dome. But right there in the front hall Lean a… — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
“Why is it, he asked, that wherever a Chilean goes in the world, Neruda and his fucking seashells has already been there… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“I loved the exuberance of the place. A sense of liberation and love of life penetrated every room. His home was like… — Brian Keenan Copy Share Image