I Live In London And I Am

When I Write, I Enjoy Myself So Much That What Is Being Written Really Needs No Reader

If The Sleep Of Reason Produces Monsters, What Does The Sleep Of Unreason Produce?

I First Came Out Against Castro In June 1968, Fifteen Months After My Book Had Been Published, And You Cannot Imagine How Quickly A Void Was Created Around Me

So I Do Not Consider Myself A Chronicler Of My Fatherland Or Even A Chronicler Of Havana

That Is What I Define As A Novel: Something That Has A Beginning, A Middle And An End, With Characters And A Plot That Sustain Interest From The First Sentence To The Last. But That Is Not What I Do At All.