I Convinced Her That Her First Loyalty

Science Is Still Only A Candle Glimmering In A Great Pitch-dark Cavern.

Men Do Not Live By Truth Alone; They Also Need Lies: Those That They Invent Freely, Not Those That Are Imposed On Them; Those That Appear As They Are, Not Smuggled In Beneath The Clothes Of History. Fiction Enriches Their Existence, Completes Them And, Fleetingly, Compensates Them For This Tragic Condition Which Is Our Lot: Always To Desire And Dream More Than We Can Actually Achieve.

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

But What Do I Have? The Things I'm Told And The Things I Tell, That's All. And As Far As I Know, That Never Yet Made Anyone Fly.

I Couldn't Imagine Any Other Way Of Living, Outside Of Books, Outside My Work. Which Doesn't Mean I Am Not Interested In Other Things, Of Course - I Am Interested In Many Things. But The Center, The Crux, Is Always Literature.