But who can speak to God, or rather who can't? The question is, who can get an answer?

This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.

I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.

What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.

It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

It is a pity, in my opinion, that no prize exists for the writer who best refrains from adding to the world's bad books.

In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."