The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

But truths need to be repeated many times so that they don't, poor things, lapse into oblivion.

Today's bread does not eliminate yesterday's hunger, much less that of tomorrow.

...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.

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

Not only does the universe have its own laws, all of them indifferent to the contradictory dreams and desires of humanity, and in the formulation of which we contribute not one iota, apart, that is, from the words by which we clumsily name them, but everything seems to indicate that it uses these laws for aims and objectives that transcend and always will transcend our understanding.