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.

There must be reasons why we men are so hipped on breasts as if we'd all been weaned too soon.

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

So I have no grounds to complain; on the contrary, writers should consider the condition of permanent controversiality to be invigorating, part of the risk envolved in choosing the profesión. It is a fact of life that writers have always and with due consideration and great pleasure spit in the soup of the high and mighty. That is what makes the history of literature analogous to the development and refinement of censorship.

I wept when the muse Ulla bent over me. Blinded by tears I could not prevent her from kissing me, I could not prevent the Muse from giving me that terrible kiss. All of you who have ever been kissed by the Muse will surely understand that Oskar, once branded by that kiss, was condemned to take back the drum he had rejected years before, the drum he had buried in the sand of Sapse Cemetery.

It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.

Information networks straddle the world. Nothing remains concealed. But the sheer volume of information dissolves the information. We are unable to take it all in.