I was sole keeper and mistress of the impossible. I possessed the keys to pain.

I had a real life completely separate from beliefs, from the common reality made up of shared beliefs…

I don’t know who explained this rule to me; maybe it was the product of my own speculations and fantasies. That would have been typical: I was always inventing stories and machinations to make sense...

Forgetting is like a great alchemy free of secrets, limpid, transforming everything to the present. In the end it makes our lives into this visible and tangible thing we hold in our hands, with no...

He couldn’t believe that sleep had robbed him of this spectacle night after night. Such are the writer’s privileges, he thought, nostalgic already for the present.

Why is it that drama always starts late? Whereas comedy always seems to have started already.

O era contradictorio, o había que redefinir el término “improvisación”. Siempre se piensa que improvisar es actuar sin pensar. Pero si uno hace una cosa por un impulso, o porque le da la gana, o...