The Greatness Of Art Is Not To

Man Is A Disgusting Thing. If You Beat Him He Starts To Scream, But If It Is The Other One Who Is Beaten, Then He Constructs A Theory.

When The Time Comes I Will Go Joyfully. Whatever May Be There, It Will Be Real, Without Complication, Without Ridicule, Without Deception.

I Am Thankful, Of Course, For The Prize And Thankful To God For Each Story, Each Idea, Each Word, Each Day.

The Greatness Of Art Is Not To Find What Is Common But What Is Unique.

The Storyteller And Poet Of Our Time, As In Any Other Time, Must Be An Entertainer Of The Spirit In The Full Sense Of The Word, Not Just A Preacher Of Social Or Political Ideals. There Is No Paradise For Bored Readers And No Excuse For Tedious Literature That Does Not Intrigue The Reader, Uplift Him, Give Him The Joy And The Escape That True Art Always Grants.