We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.

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?

That is the dream of all novelists-that one of their characters will become 'somebody.'

As my cat would say, all hours are good for sleeping.

...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.

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.

Consciences keep silence more often than they should, that's why laws were created.