I like Hillary Clinton a lot. I know her.
I like historical fiction. I fell in love with New Orleans the first time I visited it. And I wanted to place a story in New Orleans.
I have more freedom when I write fiction, but my memoirs have had a much stronger impact on my readers. Somehow the ‘message,’ even if I am not even aware that there is one, is conveyed better in this form.
I was a very bad journalist. Awful. I would just invent everything. If I did an interview, I had a preconception of what that person should say and I would put my words in his mouth.
In times of conflict, war, poverty or religious fundamentalism, women and children are the first and most numerous victims. Women need all their courage today.
Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy.
When love exists, nothing else matters, not life’s predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.
Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.
His calls for justice were lost at the mercy of the wind and human indifference.
She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.
That was a good time in my life, in spite of having the sensation of floating on a cloud, surrounded by both lies and things left unspoken. Occasionally I thought I glimpsed the truth, but soon found myself once again lost in a forest of ambiguities.
Land is something one should never sell. It is the only thing left when all else is gone.
She intended to swallow the world and he lived crushed by reality.
I have seen these persons speak unthinkingly, not realizing that to speak is also to be. Word and gesture are man’s thought. We should not speak without reason.
We’ve lost our sense of ethics; we live in a world of small-mindedness, of gratification without happiness and actions without meaning.
Remember that all the others are more afraid than you.
Nothing changes; we humans repeat the same sins over and over, eternally.
How accommodating love is; it forgives everything.
Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.
The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.