If you're poor, potato chips are the food of life for you. It's the caviar.

I didn't intend to be writing - the writer's life. I was just writing what came to me at the time, but it is a map of how this writer had to break many barriers to find, not a room of her own, but a house of her own.

You were given that pain and that vision because you have something to do with it.

There's no perfect place, there's no wonderful utopia.

I've been on television saying, "¡Vamos a la biblioteca!". That was great. Nobody had ever asked me.

You can never have too much sky . You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.

You don't want somebody who doesn't know his own heart, do you? You'll find someone who's brave enough to love you. Someday. One day. Not today.