nadie hace nada en esta vida sin alguien que crea en él

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I know you don’t love me but that doesn’t mean I’m the wrong girl for you.

I guess I wanted to leave America for awhile. It wasn’t that I wanted to become an expatriate, or just never come back, I needed some breathing room. I’d already been translating French poetry, I’d...

I’ve learned not to look at reviews. Early on, I did. I was always curious.

No es que escribir me produzca un gran placer, pero es mucho peor si no lo hago.

A lot of film people are like that– especially the ones below the line, the blue-collar guys, the grunts. They like putting their hands on the equipment and getting it to do things for them....

Everything can change at any moment, suddenly and forever.

What used to keep me up at night was the fact that I didn’t know how I was going to pay the rent. Now that I can pay the rent, I’m worrying about people I...

History is present in all my novels. And whether I am directly talking about the sociological moment or just immersing my character in the environment, I am very aware of it.

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today:...

The grinding search for money can crush the spirit out of you unless you’re made of steel.

Writing has always had that tactile quality for me. It’s a physical experience.

Don’t be a writer; it’s a terrible way to live your life. There’s nothing to be gained from it but poverty and obscurity and solitude. So if you have a taste for all those things,...

I don’t think that you can be prescriptive about anything, I mean, life is too complicated. Maybe there are novels where the author has not in the least thought about it in terms of film,...

una vida rota por el exceso y la escasez de este mundo