Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow.

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

Sometimes I say that writing a novel is the same as constructing a chair: a person must be able to sit in it, to be balanced on it. If I can produce a great chair, even better. But above all I have to make sure that it has four stable feet.

But truths need to be repeated many times so that they don't, poor things, lapse into oblivion.

You know the name you were given, you do not know the name that you have

I believe that I've been asked all possible questions. I, myself, if I were a journalist, would not know what to ask me.

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.