We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.

Never mistake movement for action

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).