Many people say I smile more in Africa than in Sweden.

Our exile organizations have been our way of replacing the cities and villages we have lost.

Some people give theirselves a certain number of white weeks once in a year, when they do not drink a single drop of alcohol. It is really wise. I myself have a few weeks per year, let us call them white or black, when I am not interested in the world around. When I come back from this isolation of the news, I realize that I have missed nothing significant. We live in the rain of disinformation and rumors, where the truth is a very small number. In those weeks of dissociation I seek for knowledge that lies within me.

When someone asks me to list the 10 best novels ever written, I always refuse to answer.

Society had grown cruel. People who felt they were unwanted or unwelcome in their own country, reacted with aggression. There was no such thing as meaningless violence. Every violent act had a meaning for the person who committed it. Only when you dared accept this truth could you hope to turn society in another direction.

You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow.

You think you know everything about a person, but the truth often comes as a surprise.