The biography of a writer - or even the autobiography - will always have this incompleteness.

The ancillary aspect of every British city now is the council estate.

In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside whose gates at night the willingly betrayed husband waits in his motorcar. The circumstances were slightly.

After all, we make ourselves according to the ideas we have of our possibilities.

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.

I feel that at any stage of my literary career it could have been said that the last book contained all the others.

It isn't that there's no right and wrong here. There's no right.