What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?

A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eighth of a second.

I grew up kissing books and bread.

If you're offended, it's your problem.

My horizon's have shrunk and I have only endings to write.

What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy.

I didn't become a writer to write about me.

You can find shame in every house, burning in an ashtray, hanging framed upon a wall, covering a bed. But nobody notices it any more.

It seems that the right of freedom of speech that was enshrined in numerous constitutions is now under attack by religious institutions.

We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.

We all owe death a life.

The world, somebody wrote, is the place we prove real by dying in it.

Between the adored and the adorer falls the shadow.

We cannot allow religious hooligans to place limiting points on thought.

Until you know who you are you can’t write.

I write books I'd enjoy reading, I'm the reader standing behind my shoulder.

I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.

What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same.

To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do you wonder, then, that I was a heavy child?