I cannot live or write without music. It stimulates the normally dormant parts of my brain that come in handy when constructing fiction.

I want to change something. I want to stop the germs from attacking my daughters.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.

I spotted a can in the corner whose red label read SADNESS. Was there so much of it they could can it and sell it? A bolt of pain went through my intestines before I realized that it was not SADNESS but SARDINES.

I cannot live or write without music. It stimulates the normally dormant parts of my brain that come in handy when constructing fiction.

Rilke said that art can come only out of inner necessity. I write because I must. Or because I cannot not write.

In Bosnian, there's no distinction in literature between fiction and nonfiction; there's no word describing that.