When I am occupied with a work that requires continuity - a novel, for example - I write every day.

The world is governed by institutions that are not democratic - the World Bank, the IMF, the WTO.

I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.

People live with the illusion that we have a democratic system, but it's only the outward form of one. In reality we live in a plutocracy, a government of the rich.

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers.

The U.S. needs to control the Middle East, the gateway to Asia. It already has military installations in Uzbekistan.

Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.

A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.

What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?

We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.

No human being can achieve all he or she desires in this life except in dreams, so good night all.

When something comes from within, when it is a part of you, you have no choice but to live it, to express it.

If thou rememberest that thou art going to heaven, thou wilt not sleep on the road. If thou thinkest that hell is behind thee, and the devil pursuing thee, thou wilt not loiter.

Words can be very powerful. I find them very difficult.

Wounds are like water set to boil - they heal best left unwatched.

Chess helps you to concentrate, improve your logic. It teaches you to play by the rules and take responsibility for your actions, how to problem solve in an uncertain environment.

Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves.

Pythagoras, when he was asked what time was, answered that it was the soul of this world.

The scenes of existence can be modified. One creates his own circumstances.

The only reason I'm coming out here tomorrow is the schedule says I have to.

Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.