A Quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante

So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana. — © Guillermo Cabrera Infante
So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana.
So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana
happiness, unlike grief, does not clamor for a chronicler.
There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.
A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.
I'm seen as a chronicler of the class system, which I don't think is unfair.
Whether histories have a happy ending or not depends on when the chronicler ends the tale.
I'm a chronicler of Negroland, a participant-observer, an elegist, dissenter, and admirer; sometime expatriate, ongoing interlocutor.
My duty is that of a chronicler; and if I perform that conscientiously, the lessons which my observations suggest will need no pointing out.
Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.
What does it take to be a great social chronicler? Perhaps one of the key attributes is an understanding of what it feels like to fall from grace.
I see things going on before my eyes and I photograph them as they are, without trying to change them. I don't warn people beforehand. That's why I'm a chronicler. I speak about us and I speak about myself.
I would like to be the chronicler of something that I think is going down the drain very swiftly, and that is small-town, middle-class southern life.
It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.
I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.
Julie Orringer is the real thing, a breathtaking chronicler of the secrets and cruelties underneath the surface of middle-class American life. These are terrific stories-wise, compassionate and haunting.
I rarely think about my childhood. It's a slippery thing I can't keep hold of for long - it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.
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