When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.

When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe.