I Think Writers Rush In Where Everybody

Well, I Write In Exile Because I Cannot Return To My Country, So I Have No Choice But To See Myself As An Exiled Writer.

When I Write, The First Blank Page, Or Any Blank Page, Means Nothing To Me. What Means Something Is A Page That Has Been Filled With Words.

A Good Smoker, Like A Good Lover, Always Takes His Time With A Cigar.

I Believe That Writers, Unless They Consider Themselves Terribly Exquisite, Are At Heart People Who Live By Night, A Little Bit Outside Society, Moving Between Delinquency And Conformity

When I Write, I Enjoy Myself So Much That What Is Being Written Really Needs No Reader