Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

In the spaniards heart is a great yearning for freedom, but only his own. A great love for truth and honor in all its forms, but not in its substance. And a deep conviction that nothing can be proven except that it be made to bleed. Virgins, bulls, men. Ultimately God himself.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinates are our own naming that they cannot save us. They cannot find for us the way again.

I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.

Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.