I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

If you have information you've got the world by the balls. But we have to convert information into knowledge in order to make it humanly useful.

For a fight to be productive, or at least relevant, writers should fight over different demands they put upon writing (as an individual, private act) and literature (a network of relations in which we are all involved).

You have to suspend thinking in narratives. The moment you are conscious of yourself the gap opens up. And in this gap, stories are generated.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.

My skin was the border between the world and me.

It's not that war crimes stop as soon as a novel about them is published. Literature operates slowly, it is always inching toward bliss, never quite getting there.