Life is a helluva thing. You can see trouble coming and you can't do a damn thing to prevent it coming. You just got to sit and watch and wait.

I became very interested in the Islamic question, and thought I would try to understand it from the roots, ask very simple questions and somehow make a narrative of that discovery.

Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it's complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he's able to keep processing that as well.

I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.

The world is always in movement.

After all, we make ourselves according to the ideas we have of our possibilities.