In order to write about life first you must live it.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!

There are the two curses of Spain, the bulls and the priests.

The only place where you could see life and death, i. e., violent death now that the wars were over, was in the bull ring and I wanted very much to go to Spain where I could study it. I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

When I have an idea, I turn down the flame, as if it were a little alcohol stove, as low as it will go. Then it explodes and that is my idea.

Show the readers everything, tell them nothing.