In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.

A family has its own rituals and its own superstitions.

My grandfather and I were very close.

At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.

My mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.

A lot of writers that I know have told me that the first book you write, you write about your childhood, whether you want to or not. It calls you back.

We're all entitled to our superstitions.