...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.

There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.

The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.

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

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

Earthenware is like people, it needs to be well treated.

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