My mother had been educated at a convent, and she had been converted to communism by my father during Stalin's most rampant period, at the beginning of the 1930s. So she had two gods, God in heaven and god on earth.

For me, literature is a complex game, both mental and concrete, which is acted out in a physical manner on the page.

Dialogue in fiction is always written to be read in silence. The page is the limit. Dialogue on stage and on the screen is meant to be spoken. The voice is the limit.

I am a writer of fragments.

I have assiduously avoided calling my books novels

I describe my works as books, but my publishers in Spain, in the United States, and elsewhere insist on calling them novels

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