With the passage of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the color of our blood and the salt of our tears.

The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.

One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.

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

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.

The day before is what we bring to the day we're actually living through, life is a matter of carrying along all those days-before just as someone might carry stones, and when we can no longer cope with the load, the work is done, the last day is the only one that is not the day before another day.

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.