Writers - human. I shudder to think how I must sometimes appear to others.

Pity you can't be present during my periodic fault-finding sessions with my image in the mirror!

I found, when I left, that there were others who felt the same way. We'd meet, they'd come and seek me out, we'd talk about the future. And I found that their depression and pessimism was every bit as acute as mine.

Society itself is responsible for the degradation.

Intolerance has become, I think, the reigning ideology of the world today, the intolerance versus intolerance and it's taken on lethal proportions.

For me, a writer is already being the deuce of his mission, his occupation to society.

The problem with literature, with writing, is that it works sometimes in terms of correction of social ills. Other times, it just does not suffice. The proof of that is the ability of a dictator to snuff out the life of a writer.