Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.

Can you imagine what Bush would say if someone like Hugo Chavez asked him for a little piece of land to install a military base, and he only wanted to plant a Venezuelan flag there?

...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.

Will we ever learn that certain things can be understood only if we take the trouble to trace them to their origins.

I can't imagine myself outside any kind of social or political involvement.

Death is the inventor of God.

Every novel is like this, desperation, a frustrated attempt to save something of the past. Except that it still has not been established whether it is the novel that prevents man from forgetting himself or the impossibility of forgetfulness that makes him write novels.