We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.

I am a better novelist than a poet, playwright, or essayist.

Some drivers have already got out of their cars, prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic, they beat furiously on the closed windows, the man inside turns his head in their direction, first to one side then to the other, he is clearly shouting something, to judge by the movements of his mouth he appears to be repeating some words, no one word but three, as turns out to be the case when someone finally manages to open the door, I am blind.

I am traveling less in order to be able to write more. I select my travel destinations according to their degree of usefulness to my work.

In the end, I am quite normal. I don't have odd habits. I don't dramatize. Above all, I do not romanticize the act of writing. I don't talk about the anguish I suffer in creating. I do not have a fear of the blank page, writer's block, all those things that we hear about writers.

Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.

Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.