If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.

Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.

Each book, intuitively sensed and, in the case of fiction, intuitively worked out, stands on what has gone before, and grows out of it.

I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs.

And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over

A cat only has itself.

Everybody is interesting for an hour, but few people can last more than two.