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.

Death ... doesn't take her eyes off us for a minute, so much so that even those who are not yet due to die feel her gaze pursuing them constantly.

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

Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow.

The minds of human beings are not always entirely at one with the world in which they live, some people have trouble adjusting to reality, basically they're just weak, confused spirits who use words, sometimes very skillfully, to justify their cowardice.

A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended.

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