The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.
We cannot understand all the traits we have inherited. Sometimes we can be strangers to ourselves.
It is wrong to have an ideal view of the world. That's where the mischief starts. That's where everything starts unravelling.
The world is always in movement.
The writer is all alone.
I have trusted to my intuition to find the subjects, and I have written intuitively. I have an idea when I start, I have a shape; but I will fully understand what I have written only after some years.