I think that I've tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city.

A good smoker, like a good lover, always takes his time with a cigar.

I was never a true journalist, I was a movie critic.

I think writers rush in where everybody is very frightened to tread

When I write, the first blank page, or any blank page, means nothing to me. What means something is a page that has been filled with words.

Cigars must be smoked one at a time, peaceably, with all the leisure in the world. Cigarettes are of the instant, Cigars are for eternity.

I was an avid radio fan when I was a boy, as well as a great lover of comic strips

So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana

What I do believe is that there is always a relationship between writing and reading, a constant interplay between the writer on the one hand and the reader on the other

Writing for me, even what you call serious writing, is play.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

They that pursue their dreams unrelentingly with tenacity and the right attitude never continue to live with dreams forever. They live their dreams and realize their aspirations.

The truth can do years of work in seconds.

He is hard, frozen ice cream and I am a weak spoon. What I've learned is this: You don't get much ice cream for all the hard work you put in, and the spoon ends up bent.

Everything that happens now in the online world is part of a conversation.

There is no such whetstone, to sharpen a good wit and encourage a will to learning, as is praise.

We come from people who brought us up to believe that life is a struggle, and if you should feel really happy, be patient: this will pass.

Words will not fail when the matter is well considered.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

There is no matter as such—mind is the matrix of all matter.