His eyes, green with yellow sparks, and with elongated pupils like a cat’s, made his grandmother gasp and say: ‘Jesus! He has the devil’s eyes!

Adelina knew perfectly well who the father was, but she worked hard to forget it, and by the end of her life she would insist that Jesús was her child and hers only.

Fate had kept me alive just to get to this point, just to see if I was listening.

When you are creating something artistically and are speaking to or representing a culture that you know truthfully, you are doing a good job.

America has given me so much, and I feel so strongly that it's my turn to give back to the country that I love.

I suppose I am a born novelist, for the things I imagine are more vital and vivid to me than the things I remember.

Let no one trust so entirely to natural prudence as to persuade himself that it will suffice to guide him without help from experience.

Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.

It seems to me the American people never really forgave the Democrats for being right about Vietnam.

I'm not a quick study, so I'm always struggling for my words right up until.

Postcolonialism is the invention of some rich guys from India who saw that they could make a good career in top Western universities by playing on the guilt of white liberals.

My religious faith remains in possession of the field only after prolonged civil war with my naturally skeptical mind.