There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.

a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force.

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

all stories are like those about the creation of the universe, no one was there, no one witnessed anything, yet everyone knows what happened.

With the passing of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the colour of blood and in the salt of tears, and, as if that were not enough, we made our eyes into a kind of mirror turned inwards, with the result that they often show without reserve what we are verbally trying to deny.

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

In the end, I am quite normal. I don't have odd habits. I don't dramatize. Above all, I do not romanticize the act of writing. I don't talk about the anguish I suffer in creating. I do not have a fear of the blank page, writer's block, all those things that we hear about writers.