Walk where your heart leads you, there are no restrictions and no burdens.
Only a lunatic would think that art is superior to nature.
Writing eases my suffering . . . writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.
Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self.
In the history of literature there are many great enduring works which were not published in the lifetimes of the authors. If the authors had not achieved self-affirmation while writing, how could they have continued to write?
For me, writing [was] a question of survival...I could not trust anyone, even my family. The atmosphere was so poisoned. People even in your own family could turn you in.