When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

What can be said about chronic hunger. Perhaps that there's a hunger that can make you sick with hunger. That it comes in addition to the hunger you already feel. That there is a hunger which is always new, which grows insatiably, which pounces on the never-ending old hunger that already took such effort to tame. How can you face the world if all you can say about yourself is that you're hungry.

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

I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way what is actually happening.

In Romanian society, I am not particularly well-liked. I don't often receive invitations.