We Were Trained As Writers With The

A Novel Which Persuades Us Of Its Truth Is True However Full Of Lies It May Be

I Think In A Country Like Mine, Violence Is At The Root Of All Human Relations.

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Boy Who Learned To Read At The Age Of 5. This Changed His Life. Owing To The Adventure Tales He Read, He Discovered A Way To Escape From The Poor House, The Poor Country, And The Poor Reality In Which He Lived.

I Was Very Young And Lived With My Grandparents In A Villa With White Walls In The Calle Ocharan, In Miraflores.

Writers Are The Exorcists Of Their Own Demons.