The dreams were off on a trip. Helena went as far as the train station with them. She bade them farewell from the platform, waving a handkerchief

I'm a writer obsessed with remembering: with remembering the past of America above all - and above all, that of Latin America, intimate land condemned to forgetfulness.

I go about the world, hand outstretched, and in the stadiums I plead, 'A pretty move, for the love of God.' And when good football happens, I give thanks for the miracle, and I don't give a damn which team or country performs it.

From 8 A.M. until noon, I am pessimistic. Then from 1 P.M. until 4, I feel optimistic.

I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.

تصفر الريح في داخلي.
أنا عار. سيد اللا شيء, سيد لا أحد, لست حتى سيد معتقداتي.
أنا وجهي في الريح, ضد الريح و أنا الريح التي تهب في وجهي.