One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.

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

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

Lord knows why they depict death with wings when death is everywhere.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

The beginning is never the clear, precise end of a thread, the beginning is a long, painfully slow process that requires time and patience in order to find out in which direction it is heading, a process that feels its way along the path ahead like a blind man the beginning is just the beginning, what came before is nigh on worthless.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.