I know, it's amazing to people that we have a political system, but we do.
No one can cross the boundary into another -- for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself
I've been trying to fit everything in, trying to get to the end before it's too late, but I see now how badly I've deceived myself. Words do not allow such things. The closer you come to the end, the more there is to say. The end is only imaginary, a destination you invent to keep yourself going, but a point comes when you realize you will never get there. You might have to stop, but that is only because you have run out of time. You stop, but that does not mean you have come to an end.
The funny thing is that I feel close to all my characters. Deep, deep inside them all. I can't describe how deeply I love them all.
We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another – for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself.
The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.
When I start, I have a feeling for the characters, and maybe the shape of the story. Sometimes I might even have the last sentence in mind. But, no book I've ever written has ever ended the way I thought it would. Characters disappear, others come forward. Once you start writing, everything changes.
When I have a child, it will be probably become my whole life, so I don't want to have any regrets that I should have done more.
I rely on a lot of green drinks to get my vegetables.
Propaganda must facilitate the displacement of aggression by specifying the targets for hatred.
Life becomes difficult when you're in this public eye, and I think that we all relate to each other and I try and really talk about it in my music.