When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.

About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly strong impression on you during the day, but it seems to me it´s just the contrary. Often it´s something you paid no attention to at the time -- a vague thought that you didn´t bother to think out to the end, words spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed -- these are the things that return at night, clothed in flesh and blood, and they become the subjects of dreams, as if to make up for having been ignored during waking hours.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

No bad man can be a good poet.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

I have been writing in spurts, bit by bit. It is incredibly difficult. Everything is corroded, broken, dismantled; everything is covered with hardened layers of accumulated insensitivity, deafness, entrenched routine. It is disgusting.

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.