There Are People Whose External Reality Is

There Is No Creation Without Tradition. No One Creates From Nothing.

You Start By Writing To Live. You End By Writing So As Not To Die.

I Had The Good Fortune Of Having A Happy, Closely Knit Family.

Death Is The Great Maecenas, Death Is The Great Angel Of Writing. You Must Write Because You Are Not Going To Live Any More.

For Me, Life Without Literature Is Inconceivable. I Think That Don Quixote In A Physical Sense Never Existed, But Don Quixote Exists More Than Anybody Who Existed In 1605. Much More. There's Nobody Who Can Compete With Don Quixote Or With Hamlet. So In The End We Have The Reality Of The Book As The Reality Of The World And The Reality Of History.