I Finally Returned To Iran In 1979,

When I Was Teaching At The University Of Tehran We Were Struggling Against The Implementation Of The Revolution Rules.

Lots Of Times You Can Feel As An Exile In A Country That You Were Born In.

I See People Who Talk About America, And Then Undermine It By Not Paying Attention To Its Soul, To Its Poetry. I See Polarization, Reductionism And Superficiality.

What We Search For In Fiction Is Not So Much Reality, But The Epiphany Of Truth.

We Speak Of Facts, Yet Facts Exist Only Partially To Us If They Are Not Repeated And Re-created Through Emotions, Thoughts And Feelings. To Me It Seemed As If We Had Not Really Existed, Or Only Half Existed, Because We Could Not Imaginatively Realize Ourselves And Communicate To The World, Because We Had Used Works Of Imagination To Serve As Handmaidens To Some Political Ploy.