If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.

No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats

I’m seventeen years old, my name is Juan García Madero, and I’m in my first semester of law school. I wanted to study literature, not law, but my uncle insisted, and in the end I gave in. I’m an orphan, and someday I’ll be a lawyer. That’s what I told my aunt and uncle, and then I shut myself in my room and cried all night.