No human being can achieve all he or she desires in this life except in dreams, so good night all.

Will we ever learn that certain things can be understood only if we take the trouble to trace them to their origins.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

As so often happens, the thing left undone tires you most of all, you only feel rested when it has been accomplished.

Lord knows why they depict death with wings when death is everywhere.

Death is the inventor of God.

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers.