Most of those who died did not die of hunger but of hatred. Feeling hatred diminishes you. It eats at your from within and attacks the immune system. When you have hatred inside you, it always crushes you in the end.

At 21, I discovered repression and injustice. The army would shoot students with real bullets.

A modern civilization is only possible when it is accepted that singular beings exist and express themselves freely.

My characters are driven by a passionate desire for justice. They are rebellious and incorruptible.

I belong to a specific category of writers, those who speak and write in a language different from that of their parents.

My sensibility steers me toward writers who are out on their own.

An individual voice can be heard in a choir that otherwise sings in unison. This is something that is not excused.