I was inspired by the marvelous example of Giacometti, the great sculptor. He always said that his dream was to do a bust so small that it could enter a matchbook, but so heavy that no one could lift it. That's what a good book should be.

No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.

Man walks the moon but his soul remains riveted to earth. Once upon a time it was the opposite.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming.