A book consists of two layers: on top, the readable layer ... and underneath, a layer that was inaccessible. You only sense its existence in a moment of distraction from the literal reading, the way you see childhood through a child. It would take forever to tell what you see, and it would be pointless.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you nor you from me, nor from anyone, nor from anything, nor from what happens.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.