A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.

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

For me, writing is a job. I do not separate the work from the act of writing like two things that have nothing to do with each other. I arrange words one after another, or one in front of another, to tell a story, to say something that I consider important or useful, or at least important or useful to me. It is nothing more than this.

Dignity has no price ... when someone starts making small concessions, in the end life loses all meaning.

There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.

Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds.

There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.