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

At the end of the 1950s, I started working at a publishing company, Estudios Cor, as production manager, so returning, but not as an author, to the world of letters I had left some years before.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

We know that happiness is short-lived, that we fail to cherish it when it is within our grasp and value it only when it has vanished forever.

It is not pornography that is obscene, it is hunger that is obscene.

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

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