I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.

The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long that nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was... The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

Beauty has long since disappeared. It has slipped beneath the surface of the noise, the noise of words, sunk deep as Atlantis. The only thing left of it is the word, whose meaning loses clarity from year to year.

For everyone is pained by the thought of disappearing, unheard and unseen, into an indifferent universe, and because of that everyone wants, while there is still time, to turn himself into a universe of words.

In the realm of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions.