We are so afraid of the idea of having to die... that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn.

The only time we can talk about death is while we're alive, not afterwards.

The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.

A woman is essentially a vessel made to be filled.

a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force.

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

Age carries with it a double load of guilt.