To Read And Write Is A Paradise.

In Literature, You Know Only What You Imagine

Here Among My Books, My Wife, My Friends And My Loves, I Have Plenty Of Reasons To Keep Living.

For Me, Life Without Literature Is Inconceivable. I Think That Don Quixote In A Physical Sense Never Existed, But Don Quixote Exists More Than Anybody Who Existed In 1605. Much More. There's Nobody Who Can Compete With Don Quixote Or With Hamlet. So In The End We Have The Reality Of The Book As The Reality Of The World And The Reality Of History.

Retrospectively, I Would Agree With Luis Bunuel That Sex Without Sin Is Like An Egg Without Salt.

I Have Two Children Who Died Before Reaching 30, So Who Am I To Complain About Being Alive?