Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.