The much-quoted immaculate conception of the Virgin Mary occurred but once so that the world might know that Almighty God, when He so chooses, has no need of men, though He cannot dispense with women.

Men are all the same, they think that because they came out of the belly of a woman they know all there is to know about women.

Yet human experience and the practice of communication have shown throughout the ages that definitions are an illusion, like having a speech defect and trying to say love but unable to get the word out, or, better, having a tongue in one's head but unable to feel love.

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers.

Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.

Things will be very bad for Latin America. You only have to consider the ambitions and the doctrines of the empire, which regards this region as its backyard.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.