Your eyes make me shy

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

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

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.