This must be what it means to be a ghost, being certain that life exists, because your four senses say so, and yet unable to see it.

Doesn't anybody understand that killing in the name of God only makes Him a murderer?

I can't imagine myself outside any kind of social or political involvement. Yes, I'm a writer, but I live in this world, and my writing doesn't exist on a separate level. And if people know who I am and read my books, well, good; that way, if I have something more to say, then everyone benefits.

I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.

I don't think it is worth explaining how a character's nose or chin looks. It is my feeling that readers will prefer to construct, little by little, their own character—the author will do well to entrust the reader with this part of the work.

If I could repeat my childhood, I would repeat it exactly as it was, with the poverty, the cold, little food, with the flies and pigs, all that.

Reading is probably another way of being in a place.