After all, we make ourselves according to the ideas we have of our possibilities.

His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.

What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.

I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs.

The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.

The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.