Nothing changes; we humans repeat the same sins over and over, eternally.

Agosins poetic language engages the reader in a mesmerizing journey of inward reflection and exile.

In 2011, I announced that I was going to retire, and my agent panicked. So she says: No, no, no. You have to write a book with your husband.

Conceit is a privilege of the ignorant; the wise man is humble because he knows how little he knows.

A novel is achieved with hard work, the short story with inspiration.

The most savory grape, the one that produces the wines with best texture and aroma, the sweetest and most generous, doesn't grow in rich soil but in stony land; the plant, with a mother's obstinacy, overcomes obstacles to thrust its roots deep into the ground and take advantage of every drop of water. That, my grandmother explained to me, is how flavors are concentrated in the grape.

Someone has said that conversation is sex for the soul.