The Evil Always Comes From Details.

I Do Not Understand How On Earth You Can Become A Writer Without Seeing The World.

The Stories I Create Are Never As Awful As Reality.

Go To Mozambique! As Long As You Don't Expect To Find Flawless Infrastructure, Just Go. Because This Is A Country Where People Have Not Quite Grown Accustomed To Tourists. You Still Feel A Genuineness That No Longer Exists In Countries Where Tourism Has Been Industrially Developed.

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.

I Know Paradise Has Many Gates, Just As Hell Does. One Has To Learn To Distinguish Between Them, Or One Is Lost.