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

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

Lord, why did you leave me in these woods?

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

I had an epiphany: I was a loser.

Nobody deserves death, yet everybody gets it.

I've never meditated for a moment in my life. I don't know how it works. But one of the things you have to do to put yourself in the meditating mode is stop narrating yourself to yourself.