Literature was a vast minefield occupied by enemies, except for a few classic authors (just a few), and every day I had to walk through that minefield, where any false move could be fatal, with only the poems of Archilochus to guide me.There comes a time when you have no support, not even from friends, forget about mentors, and there’s no one to give you a handa never-ending horde distinguished only by their aptitude for discipline and punishment — nothing escapes them and they forgive nothing.
Roberto Bolaño