What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them

Anyone who attempts to relate his life loses himself in the immediate. One can only speak of another.

To write does not mean to convert the real into words but to make the power of the word real.

It is not by believing but by doubting that one can attain to the truth, which is ever changing form and condition.

Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

There were epochs in the history of humanity in which the writer was a sacred person. He wrote the sacred books, universal books, the codes, the epic, the oracles. Sentences inscribed on the walls of the crypts; examples in the portals of the temples. But in those times the writer was not an individual alone; he was the people.