Many of the characters are fools and they're always playing tricks on me and treating me badly.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

As to my writing short pieces, there are two reasons I can give you. The first is my invincible laziness. The second is that I've always been fond of short stories, and it always took me some trouble to get through a novel.

All theories are legitimate, no matter. What matters is what you do with them.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

I have no way of knowing whether the events that I am about to narrate are effects or causes.

The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.