when you are old and realize that time is running out, you start imagining that you have the cure for all the ills of the world in your hand, and get frustrated because no one pays you any attention.

I do not just write, I write what I am. If there is a secret, perhaps that is it.

At the end of the 1950s, I started working at a publishing company, Estudios Cor, as production manager, so returning, but not as an author, to the world of letters I had left some years before.

Every thing in life is a uniform; the only time our bodies are truly in civilian dress is when we're naked.

The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write.

No, there are three people in a marriage, there's the woman, there's the man, and there's what I call the third person, the most important, the person who is composed of the man and woman together.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.