It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?

A short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle of the night, shake me awake and shout, 'Hey,this is no time for sleeping! You can't forget me, there's still more to write!' Impelled by that voice, I would find myself writing a novel. In this sense, too, my short stories and novels connect inside me in a very natural, organic way.

You can have tons of talent, but it won't necessarily keep you fed. If you have sharp instincts, through, you'll never go hungry.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.