Whoever reflects on four things I would be better if he were never born: that which is above, that which is below, that which is before, that which is after.

There are more people than you think who want to have a challenging experience, in which they are obliged to reflect about the past.

When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.

Whoever reflects on four things I would be better if he were never born: that which is above, that which is below, that which is before, that which is after.

Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.

We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death.

Thus I rediscovered what writers have always known (and have told us again and again): books always speak of other books, and every story tells a story that has already been told.