We Latins are known for jabbering on.

Writing is a marvelous adventure and very labor-intensive: those words run away and try to escape. They are very difficult to capture.

I would recognise myself in each of his translations and he would feel betrayed and annoyed whenever I didn't write something the way he would have. A part of me died with him, a part of him lives with me.

The world is becoming an immense military base, and that base is becoming a mental hospital the size of the world. Inside the nuthouse, which ones are crazy?

The walls are the publishers of the poor.

In the struggle of good against evil, it's always the people who get killed.

Where do people earn the Per Capita Income? More than one poor starving soul would like to know. In our countries, numbers live better than people. How many people prosper in times of prosperity? How many people find their lives developed by development?