I wish I could avoid the people who have threatened me. My favorite threat is that I will be thrown in the River Miljacka, which is at most knee-deep, with my feet bound in cement.

I cannot stand that whole game of confession, that is: Here I have sinned, now I'm confessing my sins, and describing my path of sin and then in the act of confession I beg for your forgiveness and redemption.

All the lives I could live, all the people I will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is all that the world is.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

I started appreciating and valuing different things. Some things just became insufferable to me, and not just literature. I used to like horror movies and now I couldn't stand them.

If you find yourself as a person in unfamiliar territory, you will grasp on to what is already familiar.

Whatever solidarity I have established with other writers individually, it is usually organized around books. We connected as readers, as it were, not writers.