You cannot teach creativity—how to become a good writer. But you can help a young writer discover within himself what kind of writer he would like to be.” Mario Vargas Llosa.

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He felt immense tenderness for her. He was sure that he would always love her, for my happiness and also my misfortune.

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Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.

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In my case, literature is a kind of revenge. It's something that gives me what real life can't give me - all the adventures, all the suffering. All the experiences I can only live in the imagination, literature completes.

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When I thought I was going to lose my mind in the face of so much suffering. This is how I discovered that a human being cannot live without believing.

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Don't ask me why, because I'm not even going to tell you dead. I'm never going to tell you that I love you even if she loves you.

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But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell, that's all. And as far as I know, that never yet made anyone fly.

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Although they say that only idiots are happy, I confess that I felt happy.

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I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.

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Its easy to know what you want to say, but not to say it.

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