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.

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

For me, writing is a job. I do not separate the work from the act of writing like two things that have nothing to do with each other. I arrange words one after another, or one in front of another, to tell a story, to say something that I consider important or useful, or at least important or useful to me. It is nothing more than this.

One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.

Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.

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