He who writes to his beloved every day is not a lover, but a writer.

Never mistrust the rabbit who has taken your money. It might return with a carrot.

My soul is in the sky.

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.

I am not a consecutive writer.

Dictatorship and authentic literature are incompatible... The writer is the natural enemy of dictatorship.