Just as Daniel Balalcazar said, it makes no sense to suffer in advance a misfortune that may never occur.

I met a guy, very exotic to me - he was blonde with blue eyes - and I just had a fling that turned out to be love. I moved to San Francisco to spend a week with him and get him out of my system; I'm still here 26 years later.

When I'm scared - and I'm always scared when I have to face an audience, when I have to read a review, when I publish a book...then, I think of my grandfather. My grandfather was this strong, tough Basque who would never bend....What would he do? Well, he would go ahead, close his eyes, and drive forward. You do it and the spirit that is within you....is there.

Writing is a process, a journey into memory and the soul.

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

It's going to go away because we all need silence. We all need time to reflect and think. I am not at all pessimistic about this.

The connection that I have with my readers makes me very happy, and gives meaning to the strange profession of writing