Así es el tiempo, el tiempo desnudo; viene lentamente a la existencia, se hace esperar y cuando llega uno siente asco porque cae en al cuenta de que … - Jean-Paul Sartre

There’s the story of a person who does this, does that, but it isn’t I, I have nothing in common with him. He travels through countries I know no more about than if I had never been there. Sometimes, in my story, it happens that I pronounce these fine names you read in atlases, Aranjuez or Canterbury. New images are born in me, images such as people create from books who have never travelled. My words are dreams, that is all.

I am not quite sure of being a man: I never found it very difficult. It seemed to me that you had only to let yourself alone.

your judgement judges you and defines you