Ah, in every age there is always some new wonder to astound mankind until they grow accustomed to it and lose interest.

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.

The beginning is never the clear, precise end of a thread, the beginning is a long, painfully slow process that requires time and patience in order to find out in which direction it is heading, a process that feels its way along the path ahead like a blind man the beginning is just the beginning, what came before is nigh on worthless.

Life is like that, full of words that are not worth saying or that were worth saying once but not any more, each word that we utter will take up the space of another more deserving word, not deserving in its own right, but because of the possible consequences of saying it.

...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.

We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.

all stories are like those about the creation of the universe, no one was there, no one witnessed anything, yet everyone knows what happened.