I always felt that I was a writer, that was what I had to do.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.

Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.

It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.