I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary.

How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?

Their guilt made me eloquent because I was not its victim.

There was a time when I didn’t at any minute have the slightest idea how I could reach the next one. Yes, one can wage war in this world, ape love, torture one’s fellow man, or merely say evil of one’s neighbour while knitting. But, in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.