I Write To Try To

The Wise Man Contents Himself With What He Has, Until Such Time As He Invents Something Better.

Because Each Of You Has His Or Her Own Death, You Carry It With You In A Secret Place From The Moment You're Born, It Belongs To You And You Belong To It.

Can You Imagine What Bush Would Say If Someone Like Hugo Chavez Asked Him For A Little Piece Of Land To Install A Military Base, And He Only Wanted To Plant A Venezuelan Flag There?

A Stomach Accustomed To Hunger Is Satisfied With Very Little.

I Am Traveling Less In Order To Be Able To Write More. I Select My Travel Destinations According To Their Degree Of Usefulness To My Work.