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

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

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

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

Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.

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.

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