Talking is not enough; words don't clarify anything. I'll have to hit upon something, but what?

I tried to depict the human face of this history, I wanted to write a book that people would actually want to read.

I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.

One cannot start a new life, you can only continue the old one.

Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.

You just sit there and tolerate it, the same way everything in this country is tolerated. Every deception, every lie, every bullet in the brains. Just as you are already tolerating bullets in the brains that will be implemented only after the bullet is put in your brains.

I look on my life as raw material for my novels: that's just the way I am, and it frees me from any inhibitions.