Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?

Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

What did i know of your fantasies? Why do we know so little about the fantasies of our parents? What do we know of somebody if we know nothing of the images passed to him by his imagination?

We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.