Mexico is the front door to South America - and the back door to the states.

I don't want realism. I want magic!

I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart

The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.