Literature + Illness = Illness

I Decided To Tell The Truth Even If It Meant Being Pointed At.

Death, In The Eastern Tradition, Was Only A Passage. What Wasn't Clear ... Was Toward What Place, What Reality, That Passage Led.

I’m Seventeen Years Old, My Name Is Juan García Madero, And I’m In My First Semester Of Law School. I Wanted To Study Literature, Not Law, But My Uncle Insisted, And In The End I Gave In. I’m An Orphan, And Someday I’ll Be A Lawyer. That’s What I Told My Aunt And Uncle, And Then I Shut Myself In My Room And Cried All Night.

Every Book In The World Is Out There Waiting To Be Read By Me.

The Sky, At Sunset, Looked Like A Carnivorous Flower.