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

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

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.

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

Who can take a single step with his head?

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

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