The Division Of Labor Among

Always In All My Books I'm Trying To Reveal Or Help To Reveal The Hidden Greatness Of The Small, Of The Little, Of The Unknown - And The Pettiness Of The Big.

I'm A Writer Obsessed With Remembering, With Remembering The Past Of America And Above All That Of Latin America, Intimate Land Condemned To Amnesia.

Utopia Lies At The Horizon. When I Draw Nearer By Two Steps, It Retreats Two Steps. If I Proceed Ten Steps Forward, It Swiftly Slips Ten Steps Ahead. No Matter How Far I Go, I Can Never Reach It. What, Then, Is The Purpose Of Utopia? It Is To Cause Us To Advance.

In 1492, The Natives Discovered They Were Indians, Discovered They Lived In America, Discovered They Were Naked, Discovered That The Sin Existed, Discovered They Owed Allegiance To A King And Kingdom From Another World And A God From Another Sky, And That This God Had Invented The Guilty And The Dress, And Had Sent To Be Burnt Alive Who Worships The Sun The Moon The Earth And The Rain That Wets It.

Many Small People, In Small Places, Doing Small Things Can Change The World.