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.

Literature is greater than any of us, dammit.

Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.

A writer's subconscious is one of the filthiest places there are: as a matter of fact, you can find the whole world there.

As long as you live, you hope. You think that everything will just...get better.

With maternal love, life makes a promise at dawn that it can never hold. You are forced to eat cold food until your days end. After that, each time a woman holds you in her arms and against her chest, these are merely condolences. You always come back to yell at your mother's grave like an abandoned dog. Never again, never again, never again.

I've had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you.

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

I sat day after day in my little room, waiting for inspiration to visit me, trying to invent a pseudonym that would express, in a combination of noble and striking sounds, our dream of artistic achievement, a pen name grand enough to compensate for my own feeling of insecurity and helplessness at the idea of everything my mother expected from me.

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

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

Sometimes I have the feeling that we live in a dubbed movie and everybody moves their lips but the voices don't correspond. We are all post-synchronized and sometimes is very accomplished and looks natural.

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