Carlos Ruiz
Carlos Ruiz
Carlos Humberto Ruiz Gutiérrez, initially nicknamed El Pescaditobut gradually known as just Pescado or "Fish", is a Guatemalan footballer who plays for Municipal of Guatemala...
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth22 January 1979
CityDavid, Panama
cities knowing listening
... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.
risk care
I was aware of the risks I was taking, but I did'nt care.
stupid thinking knowing
And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.
kings different way
I'm interested in everything. I don't see why Borges can't work along with Neil Gaiman, or Stephen King can't be mixed with Balzac. It's just storytelling; it's different ways of using codes and images and words and sounds.
age necks widows
Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows' necks.' - Senor Sempere.
beautiful prayer order
Do you know what religion is, Martin, my friend? -I can barely remember Lord's Prayer. -A beautiful and well-crafted prayer. Poetry aside, a religion is really a moral code that is expressed through legends,myths, or any type of literary device in order to establish a system of beliefs, values , and rules with which to regulate a culture or a society.
dream believe character
Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.
book silence would-be
I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.
trust never-trust
Never trust he who trusts everyone.
air people silence
The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.
men animal moral
Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species.
sacrifice men soul
Are you not tempted to create a story for which men and women would live and die, for which they would be capable of killing and allowing them to be killed, of sacrificing and condemning themselves, of handling over their souls?
mind tickets needs
The greatest multiplex in the universe is inside your mind, and the only ticket you need is a good, well-written novel.
magic paper perfume
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.