...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.

For human words are like shadows, and shadows are incapable of explaining light and between shadow and light there is the opaque body from which words are born.

I write to try to understand, and because I have nothing better to do.

There are plenty of reasons not to put up with the world as it is, and if the book has any kind of message, I suppose that's it.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.

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

The period that I could consider the most important in my literary work came about beginning with the Revolution, and in a certain way, developed as a consequence of the Revolution. But it was also a result of the counterrevolutionary coup of November 1975.