I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

Complaints about reality are immature.

People can only be found in what they do.