Only when I am by seawater can I truly breathe, to say nothing of my ability to think.
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.
Nothing but disaster follows from applause.
We only really face up to ourselves when we are afraid.
Toda idea, al fin y al cabo, es una idea demencial.
everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death