A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

we would understand much more about life’s complexities if we applied ourselves to an assiduous study of its contradictions, instead of wasting time on identities and coherences, seeing as these have a duty to provide their own explanations.

The only miracle we can perform is to go on living, said the woman, to preserve the fragility of life from day to day, as if it were blind and did not know where to go, and perhaps it is like that, perhaps it really does not know, it placed itself in our hands, after giving us intelligence.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.

Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.

when you are old and realize that time is running out, you start imagining that you have the cure for all the ills of the world in your hand, and get frustrated because no one pays you any attention.