Cooking Can Be Like Foreplay.

I Don't Think Of Literature As An End In Itself. It's Just A Way Of Communicating Something.

I've Been A Foreigner For The Past Twenty Years. I Don't Have Roots Anymore. My Roots Are In My Memory And My Writing. That's Why Memory Is So Important. Who Are You But What You Can Remember?

Everyone Is Born With Some Special Talent.

The Slave Who Dances Is Free ... While He Is Dancing.

Barrabas Came To Us By Sea, The Child Clara Wrote In Her Delicate Calligraphy.