Death isn't enough. It doesn't remove the stain. But a slap, a whiplash, square on the face, does. Because a man's face is as sacred as his mother or his wife.

I was very young and lived with my grandparents in a villa with white walls in the Calle Ocharan, in Miraflores.

Even though what I enjoy most is literature, I would not want to live only in a world of fiction, cut off from the rest of life. No - I want to always have a foot in the street, to be inmersed in the activities of my contemporaries, in the times, in the place where I live.

I have been always fascinated and seduced by history, which I think is very close, very close to literature.

I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.

Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.

It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.