Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried off by the past.

Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limit of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

I have no mission. No one has.

Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.