Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.

When I am occupied with a work that requires continuity - a novel, for example - I write every day.

Though I had come into the world on 16 November 1922, my official documents show that I was born two days later, on the 18th. It was thanks to this petty fraud that my family escaped from paying the fine for not having registered my birth at the proper legal time.

Words were not given to man in order to conceal his thoughts.

Doesn't anybody understand that killing in the name of God only makes Him a murderer?

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.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.