My language is a feel-thinking language, feeling and thinking at once, that is why it is a celebration of life, and at once it is a denunciation of everything that is not allowed in life to be real life, it's plenitude.

The human murder by poverty in Latin America is secret: every year, without making a sound, three Hiroshima bombs explode over communities that have become accustomed to suffering with clenched teeth.

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

Unlike solidarity, which is horizontal and takes place between equals, charity is top-down, humiliating those who receive it and never challenging the implicit power relations.

I am not particularly interested in saving time; I prefer to enjoy it.

This work is a torture on the rump but a joy to the heart.

I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.