I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

SOLIDAO, LONELINESS. What is it that we call loneliness. It can't simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it? ... it isn't only that others are there, that they fill up the space next to us. But even when they celebrate us or give advice in a friendly conversation, clever, sensitive advice: even then we can be lonely. So loneliness is not something simply connected with the presence of others or with what they do. Then what? What on earth?

Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

Our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave!

Sometimes, we are afraid of something because we're afraid of something else.