Trees have a secret life that is only revealed to those willing to climb them. — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
“Mine is not an obedient writing. I think that literature as any art has to be irreverent.” — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
Before getting to my mother's house, I would always think of her on the porch or even on the street, sweeping. She had a light way of sweeping, as if removing the dirt were not as important as moving the broom over the ground. Her way of sweeping was symbolic; so airy, so fragile, with a broom she tried to… — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share
“Qué pasa, qué pasa. Y no sentí miedo. Y no sentí tristeza. Y no sentí nada. Porque todo eso lo había sentido tanto que… — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
Leonardo da Vinci was homosexual, so was Michelangelo, Socrates, Shakespeare, and almost every other figure that has formed what we have come to understand… — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
“All the literature of this century is somewhat burdened by the theme of uprootedness.” — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
“Like a lightning bug... Like a lightning bug?... Yes, just like a night lightning bug; because there are day lightning bugs too - even… — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
“These, to be sure, were farfetched hopes, hopes born of despair, but hope is, after all, mostly for the desperate.” — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
“Infinito —y no histórico— es Aquiles por su cólera y su amor, independientemente de que haya o no existido; como infinito será Cristo por… — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
“My sexual activity was all with animals. First there were the hens, then the goats and the sows, and after I had grown up… — Reinaldo Arenas Copy Share Image
