"Learn this, son: in the new nest you have to leave an egg. When I aged you, you will learn to live, you will know that the children are leaving you, that they do not thank you for anything; They eat until your memory."

“It is a difficult thing to grow up knowing that the thing where we can hold on to take root is dead.”

“In my life there are many silences…In my writing, too.”

“Nothing can last forever; there is no memory, however intense, that does not fade.”

“The living are those who are a shame. Don't you think so? The dead do not give war to anyone; but what is alive, they do not find how to mortify the lives of others. If they even kill each other to end the hearts of others. With that I tell you everything. On the other hand, we must not hate the dead. They are the great thing. Are good. The best beings on earth.”

“’I will get to the idea that I dreamed you,’ he said. Because the truth is that I've known you for a long time, but I like you more when I dream of you. Then I make of you what I want. Not like now that, as you see, we have not been able to do anything.”