There are plenty of reasons not to put up with the world as it is, and if the book has any kind of message, I suppose that's it.

You never know beforehand what people are capable of, you have to wait, give it time, it's time that rules, time is our gambling partner on the other side of the table and it holds all the cards of the deck in its hand, we have to guess the winning cards of life, our lives.

In effect I am not a novelist, but rather a failed essayist who started to write novels because he didn't know how to write essays.

Writer's make national literature, while translators make universal literature.

Some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don't understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they're there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it's the other side that matters...

Somewhere in the infinite that He occupies, God advances and withdraws the pawns of the other games He plays, but it is too soon to worry about this one, all He need do for the present is allow things to take their natural course, apart from the occasional adjustment with the tip of His little finger to make sure some stray thought or action does not interfere with the harmony of destinies.

I am traveling less in order to be able to write more. I select my travel destinations according to their degree of usefulness to my work.