Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds.

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

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

...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.

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

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.

When I am occupied with a work that requires continuity - a novel, for example - I write every day.