Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.

I do not want to have the feeling of writing "for eternity," so to speak.

Vice is basically the love of failure.

Trust is fine, but control is better.

My plays are made up of long monologues, which is similar to prose working with the language

Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.

The first thing a proprietor learns, and painfully at that, is: Trust is fine, but control is better.