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

I come from no country, from no city, no tribe. I am the son of the road... all tongues and all prayers belong to me. But I belong to none of them.

For it is often the way we look at other people that imprisons them within their own narrowest allegiances. And it is also the way we look at them that may set them free.

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

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

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.

We are not just visitors on this planet, it belongs to us just as we belong to her, its past is ours, so is its future.