just like everything else in life, let time take its course and it will find a solution.

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

The wise man contents himself with what he has, until such time as he invents something better.

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.

We've all had our moments of weakness, and if we manage to get through today without any, we'll be sure to have some tomorrow.

Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.

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.