I Must Write The Book Out In

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

Love Can Isolate Us From Everything Around Us. But In Its Absence, We Can Be Filled With The Fear That Something Comparable Exists.

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.

Diplomacy In A Sense Is The Opposite Of Writing. You Have To Disperse Yourself So Much: The Lady Who Comes In Crying Because Shes Had A Fight With The Secretary; Exports And Imports; Students In Trouble; Thumbtacks For The Embassy.

I Have Never Considered Myself A Writer In Exile Because I Grew Up Outside Of My Own Country, Because My Father Was A Diplomat. Therefore, I Grew Up In Brazil, Chile, Argentina, The United States, I Studied In Switzerland - So I've Always Had Perspective On My Country - I Am Thankful For That.