A man writes because he is tormented, because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he’s worth something. And if I know for sure that I’m a genius? Why write then? What the hell for?

We have forgotten to observe. Instead of observing, we do things according to patterns.

Art is born out of an ill-designed world.

For me the most interesting characters are outwardly static, but inwardly charged by an overriding passion.

Objectivity can only be the author's and therefore subjective, even if he is editing a newsreel.

Never trouble anyone else with what you can do yourself

We know perfectly well that neither love nor peace of mind can be bought with any currency.