Reality is not an inspiration for literature. At its best, literature is an inspiration for reality.
As long as you live, you hope. You think that everything will just...get better.
Sometimes I have the feeling that we live in a dubbed movie and everybody moves their lips but the voices don't correspond. We are all post-synchronized and sometimes is very accomplished and looks natural.
They thought I suffered from lack of exterior, when I suffered from excess of interior
I've had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you.
If there is something that opens horizons, it is precisely ignorance.