language is magical - it's a form of conjuring. If you do it convincingly, readers will follow you.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

I believe it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you can find something concrete to keep you busy while you are living your meaningless life.

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.

The relationship between reader and writer is reciprocal in a way. We co-create each other. We are constantly emerging out of the relationship we have with others.

Writing a book is a way of thinking to me, the only way of thinking that I have found successful.