Censorship is the mother of metaphor.

In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.

When you reach my age, you realize you couldn't have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

In the course of a life devoted less to living than to reading, I have verified many times that literary intentions and theories are nothing more than stimuli and that the final work usually ignores or even contradicts them.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.