I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.