If they had wanted to punish me, they should have kept me in a communal apartment. Then I would have become a wreck.

Poems, novels - these things belong to the nation, to the culture and the people. They've been stolen from the people and now the stolen things are being returned to their owners, but I don't think their owners should be grateful to receive them.

I'm not trying to be ridiculous or funny, but it was rather pleasant to find yourself in isolation, in solitary.

I don't want to dive into that mud slide, which is what I consider the literary process.

...in the business of writing what one accumulates is not expertise but uncertainties. Which is but another name for craft.

The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.

Life is a game with many rules but no referee. One learns how to play it more by watching it than by consulting any book, including the holy book. Small wonder, then, that so many play dirty, that so few win, that so many lose.