Utopia lies at the horizon. When I draw nearer by two steps, it retreats two steps. If I proceed ten steps forward, it swiftly slips ten steps ahead. No matter how far I go, I can never reach it. What, then, is the purpose of utopia? It is to cause us to advance.

I'm attracted to soccer's capacity for beauty. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.

Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others

For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.

Memory. My poison, my food.

There are those who believe destiny rests at the feet of the gods, but the truth is that it confronts the conscious of man with a burning challenge.

The Church says: the body is a sin. Science says: the body is a machine. Advertising says: The body is a business. The Body says: I am a fiesta.