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.

In matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.

If I could repeat my childhood, I would repeat it exactly as it was, with the poverty, the cold, little food, with the flies and pigs, all that.

The only time we can talk about death is while we're alive, not afterwards.

A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.

Chaos is order yet undeciphered.

That it's possible not to see a lie even when it's in front of us.