"The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies."
"We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us."
"I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man."
"Writer speaks a stench."
"I am a cage, in search of a bird."
"He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived."