A responsibility of literature is to make people awake, present, alive. If the writer wanders, then the reader, too, will wander.

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

A writer must say yes to life.

I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time at my real work.

The correctness and quality of what you write do not matter; the act of writing does.

We should notice that we are already supported at every moment. There is the earth below our feet and there is the air, filling our lungs and emptying them. We should begin from this when we need support.

If you love the work, it will love you back.