I am a writer of fragments.

I was never a true journalist, I was a movie critic.

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

If you look closely, there is no book more visual than Three Trapped Tigers, in that it is filled with blank pages, dark pages, it has stars made of words, the famous magical cube made of numbers, and there is even a page which is a mirror.

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

There were influences in my life that were more important than journalism, such as comic strips and radio.

I was an avid radio fan when I was a boy, as well as a great lover of comic strips