One Can't Fight With Oneself, For This

Since It Is Impossible To Know What's Really Happening, We Peruvians Lie, Invent, Dream And Take Refuge In Illusion. Because Of These Strange Circumstances, Peruvian Life, A Life In Which So Few Actually Do Read, Has Become Literary.

Do The Rhetorical Quarrels Of Bourgeois Political Parties Have Anything To Do With The Interests Of The Humble And Downtrodden?

Science Is Still Only A Candle Glimmering In A Great Pitch-dark Cavern.

A Good Novel Is A Conjunction Of Many Factors, The Main Of Which Is Without A Doubt, Hard Work.

We Must Mistrust Utopias: They Usually End In Holocausts.