Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.

It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.

I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.

I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract words.

It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.

I'm a bit like a sponge. When I'm not writing I absorb life like water. When I write I squeeze the sponge a little - and out comes, not water but ink.