Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.

... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.

Words are like that, they deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings, sometimes the nerves that can not bear it any longer, they put up with a great deal, they put up with everything, it was as if they were wearing armor, we might say.

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

Being fired was the best luck of my life. It made me stop and reflect. It was the birth of my life as a writer.

What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?

People might ask me, What do you propose instead? I propose nothing. I am a mere novelist, I just write about the world as I see it. It is not my job to transform it. I cannot transform it all by myself, and I wouldn't even know how to. I limit myself to saying what I believe the world to be.