Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

Our photographs are filthier and our stories are more disgusting. We make no effort to be artistic.

The true success is the person who invented himself.

For me working on the marriage and not making the easy choice of cheating was something that I could not do.

For me, the Church is the enemy.

In reality there is no cause or effect, there is only the indifference of the universe.

I love going to the factories of La Plata, or Little Havana and seeing them roll cigars. I get excited. To me it is more beautiful than a topless club