Each Day Is A Little Bit Of

...sometimes We Ask Ourselves Why Happiness Took So Long To Arrive, Why It Didn't Come Sooner, But Appears Suddenly, As Now, When We've Given Up Hope Of It Ever Arriving, It's Likely Then That We Won't Know What To Do, And Rather Than It Being A Question Of Choosing Between Laughter And Tears, We Will Be Filled By A Secret Anxiety To Which We Might Not Know How To Respond At All.

Things Will Be Very Bad For Latin America. You Only Have To Consider The Ambitions And The Doctrines Of The Empire, Which Regards This Region As Its Backyard.

As My Cat Would Say, All Hours Are Good For Sleeping.

Sometimes I Say That Writing A Novel Is The Same As Constructing A Chair: A Person Must Be Able To Sit In It, To Be Balanced On It. If I Can Produce A Great Chair, Even Better. But Above All I Have To Make Sure That It Has Four Stable Feet.

As Citizens, We All Have An Obligation To Intervene And Become Involved - It's The Citizen Who Changes Things.