The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.

Sometimes I say that writing a novel is the same as constructing a chair: a person must be able to sit in it, to be balanced on it. If I can produce a great chair, even better. But above all I have to make sure that it has four stable feet.

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.

The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.

There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.

This is the effect of panic, a natural effect, you could say that animal nature is like this, plant life would behave in exactly the same way, too, if it did not have all those roots to hold it in the ground, and how nice it would be to see the trees of the forest fleeing the flames.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.