Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.
Julio CortazarOnce in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.
Julio CortazarThe mysterious does not spell itself out in capital letters, as many writers believe, but is always between, an interstice.
Julio Cortazar