If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

Beginning with adolescence, my political formation was oriented in the ideological direction of Marxism. It was natural, being that my thinking was influenced by an atmosphere of active critical resistance. That was the way it was during all of the dictatorship and up to the Revolution of 1974.

Human vocabulary is still not capable, and probably never will be, of knowing, recognizing, and communicating everything that can be humanly experienced and felt.

The wise man contents himself with what he has, until such time as he invents something better.

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.

There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.

Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.