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 adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

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

We live in a time when writers do not always have barriers around them

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.

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.

For 30 years I have tried to make it understood that there are no criminals.