Writing always means hiding something in such a way that it then is discovered.

The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.

If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.

A human being becomes human not through the casual convergence of certain biological conditions, but through an act of will and love on the part of other people.

Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveler recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have.

The more one was lost in unfamiliar quarters of distant cities, the more one understood the other cities he had crossed to arrive there.

Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly shuffled and reordered in every way conceivable.