The more money an American accumulates, the less interesting he becomes.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

The unfed mind devours itself.

In Southern Europe, we have, of course, very bad governments.

The Americans only like things they can label, even if it kills them. Think of those poor Latin American writers. Some of them are very good. But the "magical realism" label has absolutely ruined them. The critics are like tourists who return from a trip saying they've "done" Machu Picchu: "Okay, we've done magical realism," so now we can throw it out.

Before the cards that one is dealt by life are the cards that fate has dealt: one's family.

To bring into the world an unwanted human being is as antisocial an act as murder.