If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.

Everyday brought me further away from other people, I had been placed out of the world's sight, as if in a cupboard, and I hoped it would stay that way. I developed a yearning for being alone, unkempt, untended.

Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?

If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

Anything in literature, including memory, is second-hand.

I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.