A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

Memories are worse than bullets.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

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.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality.

The truth is what hurts

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