... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.

A life spent writing has taught me to be wary of words. Those that seem clearest are often the most treacherous.

People sometimes imagine that just because they have access to so many newspapers, radio and TV channels, they will get an infinity of different opinions. Then they discover that things are just the opposite: the power of these loudspeakers only amplifies the opinion prevalent at a certain time, to the point where it covers any other opinion.

Every individual is a meeting ground for many different allegiances, and sometimes these loyalties conflict with one another and confront the person who harbors them with difficult choices

Let your tears roll tonight, but tomorrow you will start the battle again. What defeats us, always, is just our own sorrow.

Isn't it a characteristic of the age we live in that it has made everyone in a way a migrant and a member of a minority?

You can't say history teaches us this or that; it gives us more questions than answers, and many answers to every question.