I carry around a little stool to stand on when people want a picture with their cellular phones.

You are my angel and my damnation; in your presence I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.

I learned very quickly that when you emigrate, you lose the crutches that have been your support; you must begin from zero, because the past is erased with a single stroke and no one cares where you’re from or what you did before.

The longer I live, the more uninformed I feel. Only the young have an explanation for everything.

All stories interest me, and some haunt me until I end up writing them.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

We don't have an explanation for everything that happens. We don't control almost anything. And if we are not open to that mystery, life becomes so small.