Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried off by the past.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

"Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.

Once her love had been publicized, it would gain weight, become a burden.

...in our time art is encrusted with a noisy, opaque, logorrhea of theory that prevents a work from coming into direct, media free, non-interpreted contact with its viewer (its reader, its listener)