My books would be very different if I had written them in another room, looking out another window.
This is my heimat,
my deep map.
To read is to cover one’s face, I thought.
To read is to cover one’s face. And to write is to show it.
Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home
What’s the purpose of being with someone if they don’t change your life? She said that, and Julio was present when she said it: that life only had purpose if you found someone who changed it, who destroyed your life.
— Alejandro Zambra, Bonsaï