It is in rugged crises, in unbearable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy out of the question, that the angel is shown.
I don't have any style.
I think writers rush in where everybody is very frightened to tread
When I write, the first blank page, or any blank page, means nothing to me. What means something is a page that has been filled with words.
I think that I've tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city.
If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?
What I do believe is that there is always a relationship between writing and reading, a constant interplay between the writer on the one hand and the reader on the other
All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.
I think paranoia goes from generation to generation. It's convenient to imagine that there's a few people controlling everything, that way it's manageable and small. But that's not life, life is messy.
In life, understanding is the booby prize.
Trust your intuition and be guided by love.