It Is Not Enough To Stare Up

You Do Not Become A ''dissident'' Just Because You Decide One Day To Take Up This Most Unusual Career. You Are Thrown Into It By Your Personal Sense Of Responsibility, Combined With A Complex Set Of External Circumstances. You Are Cast Out Of The Existing Structures And Placed In A Position Of Conflict With Them. It Begins As An Attempt To Do Your Work Well, And Ends With Being Branded An Enemy Of Society.

Life Cannot Be Destroyed For Good, Neithercan History Be Brought Entirely To A Halt. A Secret Streamlet Trickles On Beneath The Heavy Lid Of Inertia And Pseudo-events, Slowly And Inconspicuously Undercutting It. It May Be A Long Process, But One Day It Must Happen: The Lid Will No Longer Hold And Will Start To Crack. This Is The Moment When Something Once More Begins Visibly To Happen, Something Truly New And Uniquesomething Truly Historical, In The Sense That History Again Demands To Be Heard.

If A Single Writer In A Country Is In Chains, Then There Are Some Links Of That Chain That Binds Us All.

Hope Is Not A Feeling. It Is Not The Belief That Things Will Turn Out Well, But The Conviction That What You Are Doing Makes Sense, No Matter How Things Turn Out.

In Any Case, Ideals Are Something We Strive For; They Are Somewhere On The Horizon Of Our Efforts; They Provide Meaning And Direction; They Are Not, However, Static Quotas That We Either Fulfill Or Do Not.