If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

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

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.

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

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.

The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.