Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.

Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.

I did not want to be anything, and naturally I did not want to turn myself into a mere profession: all I ever wanted was to be myself.

Toda idea, al fin y al cabo, es una idea demencial.

One day you're cut off, at the very start you're cut off and can't go back, the language you learn and the whole business of walking and all the rest is for the sake of the single thought, how to get back again.

Everyone is a virtuoso on his own instrument, but together they add up to an intolerable cacophony.

We publish only to satisfy out craving for fame; there's no other motive except the even baser one of making money.