Frases de Mo Yan
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Mo Yan
Fecha de nacimiento: 17. Febrero 1955
Mo Yan ,[1] seudónimo de Guan Moye , que significa "no hables",[2] es un escritor chino, Premio Nobel de Literatura en 2012. Wikipedia
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Frases Mo Yan
„Mientras contemplaba al presidente tendido en el sarcófago de cristal, recordé la sensación de cataclismo que había tenido dos años antes al oír la noticia de su fallecimiento; el desengaño al descubrir que en el mundo no había dioses. Ni en sueños habríamos creído que el presidente Mao moriría un día, pero murió. Creíamos que si se moría el presidente Mao, sería el fin de China. Pero llevaba dos años muerto, y el país no sólo no había llegado a su fin, sino que iba mejorando paulatinamente […]“
— Mo Yan
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„Pero, cómo pudo Lu Wenli irse con el profesor Liu? -pregunté-. ¡Es inconcebible!
-Acaso era concebible meterle la pelota en la boca de un requetazo? -replicó He Zhiwu.
Indudablemente, eso formaba parte de las cosas inconcebibles, lo que demuestra que los asuntos de este mundo sufren infinitos cambios y evoluciones, que la suerte reúne a las parejas predestinadas a través de las más extrañas e imprevisibles coincidencias. No hay nada imposible.“
— Mo Yan
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„Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from taking chances with your life?“
— Mo Yan, libro Red Sorghum
Fuente: Red Sorghum: A Novel of China (1986/1987)
„Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.“
— Mo Yan, libro Grandes pechos, amplias caderas
Fuente: Big Breasts and Wide Hips (1996)
„A writer writes what he knows, in ways that are natural to him.“
— Mo Yan
Fuente: Shifu: You'll Do Anything for a Laugh and Other Stories
„A tidal wave of trucks and carts moved slowly, inexorably toward the now open gate, bumping and clanging into each other as they squeezed through. The investigator jumped out of the way, and as he stood there observing the passage of this hideous insect, with its countless twisting, shifting sections, he experienced a strange and powerful rage. The birth of that rage was followed by spasms down and around his anus, where irritated blood vessels began to leap painfully, and he knew he was in for a hemorrhoid attack. This time the investigation would go forward, hemorrhoids or no, just like the old days. That thought took the edge off his rage, lessened it considerably, in fact. There's no avoiding the inevitable. Not mass confusion, not hemorrhoids. Only the sacred key to a riddle is eternal. But what was it this time?“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter I, Section 1
„Ding Gou’er was born in 1941 and married in 1965. It was garden variety marriage, with husband and wife getting along well enough, and producing one child, a darling little boy. He had a mistress who was sometimes adorable and sometimes downright spooky. Sometimes she was like the sun, at other times he moon. Sometimes she was a seductive feline, at other times a mad dog. The idea of divorcing his wife appealed to him, but not enough to actually go through with it. Staying with his mistress was tempting, but not enough to actually do it. Anytime he took sick, he fantasized the onset of cancer, yet was terrified by the thought of the disease; he loved life dearly, and was tired to death of it. He had trouble being decisive. He often stuck the muzzle of his pistol against his temple, then brought it back down; another frequent site of this game was his chest, specifically the area over his heart. One thing and one thing only pleased him without exception or diminution: investigating and solving criminal cases.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter I, Section 1
„A writer should always bravely face life, risking death and mutilation in order to dethrone an emperor.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
The Republic of Wine (1992)
„I sometimes think that there is a link between the decline in humanity and the increase in prosperity and comfort. Property and comfort are what people seek, but the costs to character are often terrifying.“
— Mo Yan, libro Red Sorghum
Red Sorghum: A Novel of China (1986/1987)
„What we are pursuing is beauty, nothing but beauty. It's not true beauty if we didn't create it. Creating beauty with beauty is not true beauty either; real beauty is achieved by transforming the ugly into the beautiful.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter Four, Section V
„As he lat in the relative comfort of a hard-sleeeper cot - relative to a hard-seater, that is - the puffy, balding, beady-eyed, twisted mouth, middle-aged writer Mo Yan wasn't sleepy at all. The overhead lights went out as the train carried him into the night leaving only the dim yellow glare of the floor lights to see by. I know there are many similarities between me and this Mo Yan, but many contradictions as well. I'm a hermit crab, and Mo Yan is the shell I'm occupying. Mo Yan is the rain gear that protects me from storms, a dog hide to ward off the chilled winds, a mask I wear to seduce girls from good families. There are times when I feel that this Mo Yan is a heavy burden, but I can't seem to cast it off, just as a hermit crab cannot rid itself of its shell.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter 10, Section 2
„Liquor infatuates me until I am in capable of following rules and regulations. Liquor's character is wild and unrestrained; its temperament is to talk without thinking.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter Four, Section IV, Donkey Avenue
„For a writer, talent is everything. Lots of people make a career out of writing, producing many works and knowing exactly what it takes to become a great writer. But they never break into the big time, because they lack one thing: talent, or a sufficient amount of it.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter Four, Section 3
„Bullshit bullshit bullshit… after a string of 'bullshit', he spat out spitefully, Can the cliches! That might work with most people, but not with me. Millions of people all around the world have suffered and been mistreated, but those who become men among men are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. It's all a matter of fate, it's in your bones. If you're born with the bones of a beggar, that's what you'll spend you life as.“
— Mo Yan, libro The Republic of Wine
Fuente: The Republic of Wine (1992), Chapter Five, Section IV, 'Yichi the Hero'
