If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you. No one else has lived your life.

Words are like that, they deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings, sometimes the nerves that can not bear it any longer, they put up with a great deal, they put up with everything, it was as if they were wearing armor, we might say.

Globalization is a form of totalitarianism... It is the rich who rule, and the poor live as they can.

In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.

Every thing in life is a uniform; the only time our bodies are truly in civilian dress is when we're naked.

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

We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep - Blindness