How could they say that they truly loved each other? They had simply grown up together, been children together, and the proximity of it, the closeness of it, had produced in them love s illusion. And yet - on the other hand - what was love if it wasn't this instinct she felt.

What sustains me is to be with my family and to write.

Hemingway said the only way to write about a place is to leave it.

Cities produce in me melancholy or a tension I don't need.

I think you have an obligation to share what you know as a writer.

Fiction is socially meaningful.

My book is traditional. It runs counter to the post-modern spirit.