If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.

The minds of human beings are not always entirely at one with the world in which they live, some people have trouble adjusting to reality, basically they're just weak, confused spirits who use words, sometimes very skillfully, to justify their cowardice.

I never appreciated 'positive heroes' in literature. They are almost always cliches, copies of copies, until the model is exhausted. I prefer perplexity, doubt, uncertainty, not just because it provides a more 'productive' literary raw material, but because that is the way we humans really are.

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.

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

Consciences keep silence more often than they should, that's why laws were created.

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers.