The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.

By the time I was sixteen I had read many books and I had become a freethinker.

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.

In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.