The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

Fame invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world.

A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.

Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters.