Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!

I always live in the present. I don’t know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing.

Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, "look at me move.

I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.

Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quite valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.

I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and most self- absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they're sleeping. For me there's no discernible difference between killing a child and killing a sleeping man.