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He Seemed To Be Waiting For A Miracle To Save Him From The Depths His Life Had Reached And Take Him To A Land Of Dreams.

Home Is Not Where You Were Born; Home Is Where All Your Attempts To Escape Cease.

I Thought They Would Never Select An Eastern Writer For The Nobel. I Was Surprised.

I Was Suffering From A Peculiar And Persistent Sense That I Was Being Pursued, And Also The Conviction That Under The Political Order Of The Times, Our Lives Had No Meaning.

I Found Myself In A Sea In Which The Waves Of Joy And Sorrow Were Clashing Against Each Other.