It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.

Only people who have been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I'm as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Elliot calls 'hollow men'. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to.

I have read all my novels that were translated into English. Reading my novels is enjoyable because I forget almost all the content in them.

Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.

A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.

What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.

Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.