One day I heard that The Eye had left Mexico. I wasn't surprised that he hadn't said good-bye. The Eye never said good-bye to anyone. I never said good-bye to anyone either.

It's strange how things happen, Mauricio Silva, known as the Eye, always tried to escape from violence even at the risk of being considered a coward, but the v…

That night when he went back to his hotel, he wept for his dead children and all the other castrated boys, for his own lost youth, for those who were young no …

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country…

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I s…