Cuba Needs A Dose Of Perestroika.

You Have An Absolute Freedom In Mexican Writing Today In Which You Dont Necessarily Have To Deal With The Mexican Identity. You Know Why? Because We Have An Identity... We Know Who We Are. We Know What It Means To Be A Mexican.

Death Is The Great Maecenas, Death Is The Great Angel Of Writing. You Must Write Because You Are Not Going To Live Any More.

I Live Through Risk. Without Risk There Is No Art. You Should Always Be On The Edge Of A Cliff About To Fall Down And Break Your Neck.

For Me, Life Without Literature Is Inconceivable. I Think That Don Quixote In A Physical Sense Never Existed, But Don Quixote Exists More Than Anybody Who Existed In 1605. Much More. There's Nobody Who Can Compete With Don Quixote Or With Hamlet. So In The End We Have The Reality Of The Book As The Reality Of The World And The Reality Of History.

The Great Wheel Of Fire Of Ancient Wisdom, Silence And Word Engendering The Myth Of The Origin, Human Action Engendering The Epic Voyage Toward The Other; Historical Violence Revealing The Tragic Flaw Of The Hero Who Must Then Return To The Land Of Origin; Myth Of Death And Renewal And Silence From Which New Words And Images Will Arise, Keeps On Turning In Spite Of The Blindness Of Purely Lineal Thought.