Reading is probably another way of being in a place.

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.

Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.

It is strange how the elderly fall silent when they ought to go on speaking, obliging the young to learn everything from scratch.

It is economic power that determines political power, and governments become the political functionaries of economic power.

We're not short of movements proclaiming that a different world is possible, but unless we can coordinate them into an international movement, capitalism just laughs at all these little organisations.

This must be what it means to be a ghost, being certain that life exists, because your four senses say so, and yet unable to see it.