... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.

He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people... I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them - a comfortable prison of his own design." "You say this as if you envied him." "There are worse prisons than words.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.