I was the kind of child who always poked around wherever there was fear: to see what kind of a creature fear was. — Luisa Valenzuela Copy Share Image
“In a world of beings who don't exist, who self-destruct and erase themselves, perhaps one should make a valiant effort to at least draw… — Luisa Valenzuela Copy Share Image
I was the kind of child who always poked around wherever there was fear: to see what kind of a creature fear was. — Luisa Valenzuela Copy Share Image
I love the short story for being round, suggestive, insinuating, microcosmic. The story has both the inconvenience and the fascination of new beginnings. — Luisa Valenzuela Copy Share Image
In Victor's life, monotony and boredom had nothing to do with one another. He repeated his repertoire so often that even from miles away,… — Luisa Valenzuela Copy Share Image
