As long as you are dreaming, there is always a way out

I thought, "Well, I'm writing about early childhood, so maybe it would make sense to write about late childhood as well, early adulthood." Those were my thoughts, and this was how this crazy book [Winter Journal] was composed. I've never seen a book with pictures like at the end, pictures related to things you've read before.

I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

The things we remember are often things that have great emotional importance, and so they have a lasting effect.

I think if we didn't contradict ourselves, it would be awfully boring. It would be tedious to be alive.

The biggest book for me, when I was fifteen, was Crime and Punishment, which I read in a kind of fever. When I put it down, I thought, if this is what novels are then I want to be a novelist.

He no longer wished to be dead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was glad to be alive. But at least he did not resent it. He was alive, and the stubbornness of this fact had little by little begun to fascinate him - as if he had managed to outlive himself, as if he were somehow living a posthumous life.