Writing Is A Struggle Against Silence.

Mexico Is A Very Complex, Mysterious Country. I Will Never Understand It Fully, And That's Why I Write So Much About It, In Order To Try To Understand It.

I Have No Literary Fears.

The Women I Have Loved I Have Desired For Themselves, But Also Because I Feared Myself.

Cuba Needs A Dose Of Perestroika.

You, Yesterday, Did The Usual Things, Just As Any Day, You Don't Know If It's Worth Remembering. You Would Prefer To Remember, There Lying In The Half-darkness Of The Bedroom, Not What Has Happened Already But What Is Going To Happen. In Your Half-darkness Your Eyes Would Prefer To Look Ahead, Not Behind, And They Do Not Know How To Foresee The Past.