“Matamos lo que amamos, lo demas no ha estado vivo nunca.”

“We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom.”

“The sound is gone. There's nothing left but the insomniac throbbing of crickets. Crickets in the garden, the courtyard, the back courtyard. Close, domestic, identifiable. And those out in the country. Between all of them they raise, little by little, a wall that will keep out the thing that lies waiting for the tiniest crack of silence to steal through. The thing that is feared by all those who are sleepless, those who walk through the night, those who are lonely, children. That thing. The voice of the dead. ”

“Nunca amamos a nadie: amamos, sólo, la idea que tenemos de alguien. Lo que amamos es un concepto nuestro, es decir, a nosotros mismos.”

“Para mí, Dios no ha muerto, porque nunca había estado vivo en mi ánima.”

“Resulta extraño añorar lo jamás tenido, aquello de lo que nunca ha formado parte. Resulta extraño tener una sensación elíaca acerca de un pasado que en realidad nunca ha conocido”

“Siempre que un hombre ha querido hacer del Estado su cielo, lo ha convertido en el infierno de otros hombres”