There Were Influences In My Life That

Tobacco Is The Opiate Of The Gentleman, The Religion Of The Rich.

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

I Believe That Writers, Unless They Consider Themselves Terribly Exquisite, Are At Heart People Who Live By Night, A Little Bit Outside Society, Moving Between Delinquency And Conformity

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 Have Assiduously Avoided Calling My Books Novels