Often when you ask for one thing you receive another, this is the mysterious thing about prayer, we address them to heaven with some private intention, but they choose their own path, sometimes they delay, allowing other prayers to overtake them, frequently they overlap and become hybrid prayers of dubious origin, which quarrel and argue among themselves.

Words are like that, they deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings, sometimes the nerves that can not bear it any longer, they put up with a great deal, they put up with everything, it was as if they were wearing armor, we might say.

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

I do not just write, I write what I am. If there is a secret, perhaps that is it.

Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.

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

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