I Decided To Tell The

No One Pays Attention To These Killings, But The Secret Of The World Is Hidden In Them.

We're Artists Too, But We Do A Good Job Hiding It, Don't We?

There Is A Time For Reciting Poems And A Time For Fists.

I’m Seventeen Years Old, My Name Is Juan García Madero, And I’m In My First Semester Of Law School. I Wanted To Study Literature, Not Law, But My Uncle Insisted, And In The End I Gave In. I’m An Orphan, And Someday I’ll Be A Lawyer. That’s What I Told My Aunt And Uncle, And Then I Shut Myself In My Room And Cried All Night.

Literature Is The Product Of A Strange Rain Of Blood, Sweat, Semen, And Tears.