I first came out against Castro in June 1968, fifteen months after my book had been published, and you cannot imagine how quickly a void was created around me.
Guillermo Cabrera InfanteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: cuban
- Born: April 22, 1929
- Died: February 21, 2005
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Man is a fallen star till he is right with heaven: he is out of order with himself and all around him till he occupies his true place in relation to God. When he serves God, he has reached that point where he doth serve himself best, and enjoys himself most. It is man's honour, it is man's joy, it is man's heaven, to live unto God.
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