I haven't any formal schedule, but I love to write in the morning, before breakfast. Sometimes the writing goes so smoothly that I don't take a break for many hours - and consequently have breakfast at two or three in the afternoon on good days.

At all crucial moments in our lives we want to speak without knowing what to say.

I feel a terrible loss when I (eventually must) complete a work of fiction.

Why is humanism not the preeminent belief of humankind?

The greatest works of literature seem to embody both "art" and "morality".

The punishment – to the body, the brain, the spirit – a man must endure to become even a moderately good boxer is inconceivable to most of us whose idea of personal risk is largely ego-related or emotional.

I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space- who else?