...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless we escape from ourselves you mean, No, that's not the same thing.

Each part in itself constitutes the whole to which it belongs.

Dignity has no price ... when someone starts making small concessions, in the end life loses all meaning.

Reading is probably another way of being in a place.

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

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.

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.