The magic question is, 'What for?' But art is not for anything. Art is the ultimate goal.

Why does nothing change, even when you set out for a faraway place?

People who don’t know how to summarize have no dignity. Neither do people who needlessly drag on their messy lives. They who don’t know the beauty of simplification, of pruning away the unnecessary, die without ever comprehending the true meaning of life.

When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?

People unconsciously want to reveal their inner urges.

There are only two ways to be a god: through creation or murder.

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.