Keep right on lying to me. That's what I want you to do.

There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare. That's rare and valuable.

You must be prepared to work always without applause.

That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward.

If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.