Writing Does Not Exclude The Full Life;

Miracles Are Instantaneous, They Cannot Be Summoned, But Come Of Themselves, Usually At Unlikely Moments And To Those Who Least Expect Them.

Nothing Is Mine, I Have Only Nothing But It Is Enough, It Is Beautiful And It Is All Mine. Do I Even Walk About In My Own Skin Or Is It Something I Have Borrowed To Spare My Modesty?

Mexican Writer And Diplomat, "pasado En Claro" ("a Draft Of Shadows") You Learn Something The Day You Die. You Learn How To Die.

We Are Born Knowing Death.

It's A Man's World, And You Men Can Have It.