Writers know that sometimes things are there in the drawer for decades before they finally come out and you are capable of writing about them.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.

I am not faithful but I am attached.

What I do is sometimes - at least in Germany - met with wounding campaigns. I always face the question: should I grow myself a thick skin and ignore it, or should I let myself be wounded? I've decided to be wounded, since, if I grew a thick skin, there are other things I wouldn't feel any more.

We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated.

Art is uncompromising, and life is full of compromises.