If your vision of the world is of a certain kind you will put poetry in everything, necessarily.

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

Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.

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.

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

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.