My country's main exports are stolen cars and sadness.

I loved you because there was no other place for me to go. We were married because we did not know what else to do with each other. You never knew me, nothing about me, what died inside me, what lived invisibly.

I believe people are much more complicated than they can handle.

There has to be a kind of grassroots push, a movement, as it were, against the inherent isolationism of American capitalism as practiced in the publishing industry. There need to be grants and government support and a few publishers, mainstream and independent, who are not afraid to challenge American readership. We need to build a network of translators, publishers and readers. We hope that our annual anthology might provide an upsurge in interest for European fiction and then, as we publish it every year, become a habit to many readers.

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

Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things.

Memory narrativises itself.