Mexican Writer And Diplomat, "pasado En Claro"

It Is My Firm Belief That All Our Lives We Are Preparing To Be Somebody Or Something, Even If We Don't Do It Consciously. And The Time Comes One Morning When You Wake Up And Find That You Have Become Irrevocably What You Were Preparing All This Time To Be.

It Is Such A Relief To Be Told The Truth.

I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

Writing, In Any Sense That Matters, Cannot Be Taught. It Can Only Be Learned By Each Separate One Of Us In His Own Way, By The Use Of His Own Powers Of Imagination And Perception, The Ability To Learn The Lessons He Has Set For Himself.

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.