There Must Be Something Beyond

Here Among My Books, My Wife, My Friends And My Loves, I Have Plenty Of Reasons To Keep Living.

There Are People Whose External Reality Is Generous Because It Is Transparent, Because You Can Read Everything, Accept Everything, Understand Everything About Them: People Who Carry Their Own Sun With Them.

Cuba Needs A Dose Of Perestroika.

The Women I Have Loved I Have Desired For Themselves, But Also Because I Feared Myself.

No, It's Not That They're Bad. It's That They're Obliged To Pretend They're Good. They've Been Brought Up To Deceive And Be Cunning, To Protect Themselves From Our Society. I Don't Want To Be Like That.