I think today will be the day. Today our luck will change,' I proclaimed on the wings of the first coffee of the day, pure optimism in a liquid state.

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?

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.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

-Do you think it's dirty money? -All money is dirty. If it were clean nobody would want it.

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.