I Don't Have Any Style.

Well, I Write In Exile Because I Cannot Return To My Country, So I Have No Choice But To See Myself As An Exiled Writer.

If The Sleep Of Reason Produces Monsters, What Does The Sleep Of Unreason Produce?

I Think Writers Rush In Where Everybody Is Very Frightened To Tread

Writing For Me, Even What You Call Serious Writing, Is Play.

My Mother Had Been Educated At A Convent, And She Had Been Converted To Communism By My Father During Stalin's Most Rampant Period, At The Beginning Of The 1930s. So She Had Two Gods, God In Heaven And God On Earth.