What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book.

Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

But the silence spoke volumes.

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.