All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

If every one said orders were impossible to carry out when they were received where would you be? Where would we all be if you just said, "Impossible," when orders came?

There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.

Once in Africa I lost the corkscrew and we were forced to live off food and water for weeks.

What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

The writer's job is not to judge, but to seek to understand.