...music, music, records, records, noise to cover silence.

Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows

Tennis is for me joy, nothing less than that.

I just fought with all my heart. I believed that I could still win no matter what the score was.

I believed that I could still win no matter what the score was.

Books should not be loved selfishly. Neither books nor anything else, in fact.

When we cannot see, we don't judge. Small wonder when we kiss, cry, laugh, make love, are in pain, pray and listen to music, we close our eyes.

We all write stories in our minds, but only few have the courage to put them on paper.

It is ironic that even today men are judged by how much they have and women by how they look while both should be judged by how they act.

You can face fear, or feel it, her dad used to say. … Feel it, and it eats you alive. Face it, and you get to kick some ugly alien butt. Okay, he never said that. I wonder if they even have butts.

Shape? Does a fog have shape? Does the twilight? Does the onset of darkness?

When I'm writing, I make words my b*tch. But when I'm editing, the words make me their b*tch. It all equals out in the end.

We work to discover and release the potential of the earth around us.

A true friend is one soul in two bodies.

I like to deal with EVERY aspect of our condition, and that means terror and humor in equal mix. Some books have more room for humor than others.

Oh, if only I did nothing simply as a result of laziness.

I consider myself 'local' in Sweden.

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.

The problem is we bear grudges that go a thousand years into the past. Really, I could find people who begrudge the Greeks for doing awful things to the Bulgarians more than a thousand years ago.

I have rewritten — often several times — every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers.