One day, in 1982, for 15 minutes, my hair was perfect.
I left my country because I was forced to, and I do not think that I am going to lose my language because I live in England
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.
I think that I've tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city.
If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?
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
I believe discrimination still exists in society and we must fight it in every form.
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees Send me off forever but I ask you please Don't fence me in
I'm involved in so many different things, and there are so many profound reactions to what I do because I am big counter culture.
I have achieved my seventy years in the usual way, by sticking strictly to a scheme of life which would kill anybody else. . . . I will offer here, as a sound maxim, this: That we can't reach old age by another man's road.