La duda es uno de los nombres de la inteligencia.

Emma dropped the paper. Her first impression was of a weak feeling in her stomach and in her knees; then of blind guilt, of unreality, of coldness, of fear; then she wished that it were already the next day. Immediately afterwards she realized that that wish was futile because the death of her father was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening endlessly.

Every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

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.

All writing is dreaming