We’re in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we’re in the vanguard of waiting.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.

In homosexual love the passion is homosexuality itself. What a homosexual loves, as if it were his lover, his country, his art, his land, is homosexuality.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.