Writers Are The Exorcists Of Their Own

Its Easy To Know What You Want To Say, But Not To Say It

Science Is Still Only A Candle Glimmering In A Great Pitch-dark Cavern.

A Novel Which Persuades Us Of Its Truth Is True However Full Of Lies It May Be

Death Isn't Enough. It Doesn't Remove The Stain. But A Slap, A Whiplash, Square On The Face, Does. Because A Man's Face Is As Sacred As His Mother Or His Wife.

This Fact Was Something I Also Learned From This First Novel That I Needed Personal Experience To Invent, To Fantasize, To Create Fiction, But At The Same Time I Needed Some Distance, Some Perspective On This Experience In Order To Feel Free Enough To Manipulate It And To Transform It Into Fiction. If The Experience Is Very Close, I Feel Inhibited. I Have Never Been Able To Write Fiction About Something That Has Happened To Me Recently. If The Closeness Of The Real Reality, Of Living Reality, Is To Have A Persuasive Effect On My Imagination, I Need A Distance, A Distance In Time And In Space.