I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

Literature and film have a way of lifting you from your own existence and transporting you to some foreign place and putting you in the shoes with an experience different than your own.

Mostly, though, I dream of good things...I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets..again and music will play in the...houses and kites will fly in the skies.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.

The bewildering success of my books continues to surprise me.

People in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don't they? Like a badge? I'm being genuine.