Reality is not an inspiration for literature. At its best, literature is an inspiration for reality.

Disease-carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.

When a war is won, it's the losers, not the winners, who are liberated.

I am weak, I say with no presumptions. I have no merit, I note it, that is all. There are times that I feel so weak there most be a mistake, and as I don't know what I mean with this, I am not going to say anything else

I see History as a relay race in which one of us, before dropping in his tracks, must carry one stage further the challenge of being a man.

...the only way to prove you are normal is to smash someone's face in

Humor is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him.