Rosario Castellanos Quotes

“We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom.”

“We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom.”

“Recently, the search for what he calls "the splinters that make up different attention problems" has taken Castellanos in a new direction. First, he explains that your brain is far less concerned with your brilliant ideas or searing emotions than with its own internal "gyroscopic busyness," which consumes 65 percent of its total energy. Every fifty seconds, its activity fluctuates, causing what he calls a "brownout." No one knows the purpose of these neurological events, but Castellanos has a thesis: the clockwork pulses enable the brain's circuits to stay "logged on" and available to communicate with one another, even when they're not being used. "Imagine you're a cabdriver on your day off," Castellanos says. "You don't need to use your workday circuits on a Sunday, but to keep those channels open, your brain sends a ping through them every minute or so. The fluctuations are the brain's investment in maintaining its circuits online.”

“Leave the gun, take the cannoli--Clemenza to Rocco in the Godfather (1972)”

“The cheapest route to a new opportunity is conversation.”

“Power lacks moral or principles. It only has interests.”

“If you really want to focus on something, says Castellanos, the optimum amount of time to spend on it is ninety minutes. "Then change tasks. And watch out for interruptions once you're really concentrating, because it will take you twenty minutes to recover.”

“With wisdom comes responsibility. Somewhere along the way, I misplaced both.”

“We are all only men, defined by our choices.”

“The old adage of forgive and forget became a trudge through quicksand on a beach as high tide crashed onto the shore.”

“The sound is gone. There's nothing left but the insomniac throbbing of crickets. Crickets in the garden, the courtyard, the back courtyard. Close, domestic, identifiable. And those out in the country. Between all of them they raise, little by little, a wall that will keep out the thing that lies waiting for the tiniest crack of silence to steal through. The thing that is feared by all those who are sleepless, those who walk through the night, those who are lonely, children. That thing. The voice of the dead. ”