How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all.

I believe that the black-and-white photograph, or rather the gray zones in the black-and-white photograph, stand for this territory that is located between life and death.

The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives.

And so they are ever returning to us, the dead.

We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it.

By all means be experimental, but let the reader be part of the experiment

It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time.