Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

The novel wins by points, the short story by knockout.

Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?

Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.

Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

In quoting others, we cite ourselves.

At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

And don't forget, a prisoner's wife must always think good thoughts.

At eighteen you sleep without memories.

At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.

The life of man is long, perhaps longer than necessary Or perhaps it is shorter than necessary?

I'm only seven, although I died In Hiroshima long ago, I'm seven now as I was then - When children die, they do not grow.

We can only reach our goal amid bloodletting

My country or the stars Or my youth, what's farthest?