I never went to university. I'm self-educated. I didn't go because I was too impatient, too arrogant.

And indeed nothing had happened, a momentous nothing, just another of the great world's shrugs of indifference.

All a work of art can do is present the surface. I can't know the insides of people. I know very little about the inside of myself.

The world is not real for me until it has been pushed through the mesh of language.

Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.

I would be far more critical than any reviewer could be of my own work. So I simply don't read them.

The first thought that occurred to me, that night when I heard the chairman of the jury announce my name, was, Just think how many people hate me at this moment. Naturally, I wanted to annoy those people even further by being arrogant.