Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.

For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.

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