If You Are Killed Because You Are

We Must Mistrust Utopias: They Usually End In Holocausts.

Since It Is Impossible To Know What's Really Happening, We Peruvians Lie, Invent, Dream And Take Refuge In Illusion. Because Of These Strange Circumstances, Peruvian Life, A Life In Which So Few Actually Do Read, Has Become Literary.

Death Isn't Enough. It Doesn't Remove The Stain. But A Slap, A Whiplash, Square On The Face, Does. Because A Man's Face Is As Sacred As His Mother Or His Wife.

I Have A Chest Full Of All The Insults, Villainies, And Infamies A Man Is Capable Of Withstanding. . . . If You Become Famous, You Will Have To Go Through That.

Violence Represents The Worst Kind Of Conformism.