A Very Wise Author Once Said That

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

I Don't Much Believe In The Idea Of Characters. I Write With Words, That Is All. Whether Those Words Are Put In The Mouth Of This Or That Character Does Not Matter To Me

When I Write, The First Blank Page, Or Any Blank Page, Means Nothing To Me. What Means Something Is A Page That Has Been Filled With Words.

If You Look Closely, There Is No Book More Visual Than Three Trapped Tigers, In That It Is Filled With Blank Pages, Dark Pages, It Has Stars Made Of Words, The Famous Magical Cube Made Of Numbers, And There Is Even A Page Which Is A Mirror.

My Mother Had Been Educated At A Convent, And She Had Been Converted To Communism By My Father During Stalin's Most Rampant Period, At The Beginning Of The 1930s. So She Had Two Gods, God In Heaven And God On Earth.