Blessed be the night, which conceals and protects things fair and foul with the same indifferent mantle.

doubt is the privilege of those who have lived a long time

Your questions are false if you already know the answer.

Every novel is like this, desperation, a frustrated attempt to save something of the past. Except that it still has not been established whether it is the novel that prevents man from forgetting himself or the impossibility of forgetfulness that makes him write novels.

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.

The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.

I can't imagine myself outside any kind of social or political involvement. Yes, I'm a writer, but I live in this world, and my writing doesn't exist on a separate level. And if people know who I am and read my books, well, good; that way, if I have something more to say, then everyone benefits.