Where I went in my travels, it's impossible for me to recall. I remember the sights and sounds and smells clearly enough, but the names of the towns are gone, as well as any sense of the order in which I traveled from place to place.

All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run.

Stories lie deep in our souls. Stories lie so deep at the bottom of our hearts that they can bring people together on the deepest level. When I write a novel, I go into such depths.

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person