“Sometimes, inflexibility creates a callus, scarring over all the bitterness and disappointment improperly, and there is no honest way to break that silence or that infinite distance, not even in death, not even in memory.”

“It was strange to see the keenness with which men had tried to order, constrain, and systematize human passions, jealousy, rage, violent death, accusations. That was the justice system (...): the absurd pretension that human nature could be dominated by the power of the law. Reducing it all to a summary of a few pages, organizing the facts, judging it, archiving it, and forgetting it. That simple. And yet in the silence of that place you could hear the murmur of the written words, of the key players, the screams of the victims, the hatred never forgotten by either party, the pain that never went away.”

“Few human beings can stand their own reflection because something strange happens in front of the mirror: You are looking at what you see, but if you dig a little deeper, beyond the surface, you are overcome by an uncomfortable feeling that it is the reflection that is looking at you insolently. You ask yourself who you are. As if you, not the reflection, were the stranger.”

“Me propuse una ambiciosa novela que divagaría largamente sobre otro libro, aún inexistente, pero tan puro, tan bello y tan verdadero que, cuando algún escritor finalmente lo escribiera, cuando alguien lograra poner sobre el papel la combinación de letras que lo conformaban o que podían conformarlo (y a lo largo de la historia algunos hombres -Homero, Dante, Rimbaud, Proust, Borges- se habían acercado mucho), en el momento en que eso ocurriera, el universo se disolvería, porque, como dijo Mallarmé, el universo existe para llegar a un libro, el universo habría existido para llegar a ese libro, y su existencia no tendría sentido cuando aquel libro prodigioso y heroico ya hubiera sido escrito.”

“Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness -”

“Loving you forever can't be wrong. Even though you're not here, can't move on”

“We're in three living groups, 'cause even after the world's ended some assholes still can't get along.”