I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me, until the last small twig has grown.

If all the people who have been hurt by the war were to exclude joy from their lives, it would almost be as if they had died.

I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.

It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?