Death ... doesn't take her eyes off us for a minute, so much so that even those who are not yet due to die feel her gaze pursuing them constantly.

The attitude of insolent haughtiness is characteristic of the relationships Americans form with what is alien to them, with others.

Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

With the passing of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the colour of blood and in the salt of tears, and, as if that were not enough, we made our eyes into a kind of mirror turned inwards, with the result that they often show without reserve what we are verbally trying to deny.

a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force.

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.