He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

He was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

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

Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.

The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.