I am still the place where creation does some work on itself.

In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.

The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'.

I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.

It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them, want to become real.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

Why would a god sacrifice her life if she was God? Just show real power and send an army of angels and there'd be no debate.

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

Two weeks. Everything you love, own, and cherish, can be gone, liquidated, and lost forever in two weeks. Give or take a day.

A good reputation is more valuable than money.

People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.

My wife, the star I steer by.

This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

Chile needs to unite behind the goals of reducing poverty and creating more equal opportunities so that everyone can benefit from what the country has to offer.

It's hard to be bipolar and bicoastal at the same time.

The left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.