when you are old and realize that time is running out, you start imagining that you have the cure for all the ills of the world in your hand, and get frustrated because no one pays you any attention.

...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless we escape from ourselves you mean, No, that's not the same thing.

The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.

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

We can escape from everything, but not from ourselves.

I was a good pupil at primary school: in the second class I was writing with no spelling mistakes, and the third and fourth classes were done in a single year.

There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.