I live in London and I am a British subject, although I do write in Spanish, of course

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

I have one main reader, Miriam Gomez, my wife. She reads everything I write - I have not finished writing something and she is already reading it.

But I do not have the reader in mind when I write. No true writer does that

When I write, the first blank page, or any blank page, means nothing to me. What means something is a page that has been filled with words.

I am against the notion of style in itself

I don't much believe in the idea of characters. I write with words, that is all. Whether those words are put in the mouth of this or that character does not matter to me