Writing For Me, Even What You Call

That Is What I Define As A Novel: Something That Has A Beginning, A Middle And An End, With Characters And A Plot That Sustain Interest From The First Sentence To The Last. But That Is Not What I Do At All.

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 Do Not Consider Myself A Hispanic Writer.

If The Sleep Of Reason Produces Monsters, What Does The Sleep Of Unreason Produce?

You Are Just In The Middle Of A Struggle With Words Which Are Really Very Stubborn Things, With A Blank Page, With The Damn Thing That You Use To Write With, A Pen Or A Typewriter, And You Forget All About The Reader When You Are Doing That