... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.

We never consider that the things dogs know about us are things of which we have not the faintest notion.

In effect I am not a novelist, but rather a failed essayist who started to write novels because he didn't know how to write essays.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.

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.

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.

I was a good pupil at primary school: in the second class I was writing with no spelling mistakes, and the third and fourth classes were done in a single year.