My life is about ups and downs, great joys and great losses.

Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.

That was a good time in my life, in spite of having the sensation of floating on a cloud, surrounded by both lies and things left unspoken. Occasionally I thought I glimpsed the truth, but soon found myself once again lost in a forest of ambiguities.

Affection is like the noonday sun; it does not need the presence of another to be manifest.

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

This is to assuage our conscience, darling" she would explain to Blanca. "But it doesn't help the poor. They don't need chartiy; they need justice.

The fact people think that when you sell a lot of books you are not a serious writer is a great insult to the readership. I get a little angry when people try to say such a thing.