I started a second novel seven times and I had to throw them away.
Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.
If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?
Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.
Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.
People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.