Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

A related recurring theme is the exploration of how we take for granted the things in our immediate environment that are common and ordinary. Existential blindness, of sorts.

Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists. Don’t let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.

The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.

Everything I write now might have roots in myths, often disguised,often dissolved into new multi-ethnic myths of my own making.

I think I became [writer] despite myself - tricking myself into it, really.