At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn't possible to save mankind.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.

Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Somewhere out there the world must have an end.