“Through memory to knowledge on the way to stars that are stepping down to the stuffy rooms of modern bureaucrats, illuminating their ceilings, their horizons where everything is easily resolved by the piles of paper and recipes for how to live, create, run, eat, breathe, learn how to love, how to make love, how to sleep, how to dream, how happiness is achieved under the artificial stars of the new sky that emerged from the bureaucratic rooms of aspiring and impotent minds, unable to love, even though they had all their life to learn what they preach.”

“A word is not filling in the gaps, but the fertilization of silence.”

“The purpose of life is life.”

“Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.”

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?”

“He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.”

“Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.”

“Dreams are our only geography—our native land.”

“Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.”

“Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.”

“Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.”