The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write.

I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.

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

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

Some drivers have already got out of their cars, prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic, they beat furiously on the closed windows, the man inside turns his head in their direction, first to one side then to the other, he is clearly shouting something, to judge by the movements of his mouth he appears to be repeating some words, no one word but three, as turns out to be the case when someone finally manages to open the door, I am blind.

The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.

The virtue of maps, they show what can be done with limited space, they foresee that everything can happen therein.