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.

If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

When I am occupied with a work that requires continuity - a novel, for example - I write every day.

Oh, I'm not just going too far, I've arrived.

You know the name you were given, you do not know the name that you have

One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.

Each day is a little bit of history