...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.

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.

Somewhere in the infinite that He occupies, God advances and withdraws the pawns of the other games He plays, but it is too soon to worry about this one, all He need do for the present is allow things to take their natural course, apart from the occasional adjustment with the tip of His little finger to make sure some stray thought or action does not interfere with the harmony of destinies.

The attitude of insolent haughtiness is characteristic of the relationships Americans form with what is alien to them, with others.

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

If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.

Your questions are false if you already know the answer.