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

I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

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.

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.

I work only with lost and founds.

I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.