I don't believe in inspiration. I write when I can't avoid writing anymore..

The people who listened to rock 'n' roll, I thought, were bound together against the people who didn't listen to rock 'n' roll. That, of course, didn….

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not..

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all..

I believe people are much more complicated than they can handle..

I loved you because there was no other place for me to go. We were married because we did not know what else to do with each other. You never knew me….

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon..

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings..

The funny thing is that in Bosnia there are no words that are equivalent to fiction and nonfiction. From the storytelling point of view, the differen….

Europe has never been a monolithic space, it contains a lot of people, a lot of languages and infinite supplies of history. I didn't need to do anyth….

There's no bad writing; you did something. I was operating inside language, and I did something. I'm not ashamed of it..

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world..

I don't think that everyone should have a philosophical answer to any given question. There are things that need to be done..

I write and read with the assumption that literature contains knowledge of human experience that is not available otherwise..

You devise ways to tell a story that complies with your sensibility. Style and method are really extensions of your present sensibility..

I like the idea of a book being a democratic space which readers enter, carrying their own thoughts, and participate in a conversation, or experience….

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is..

There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded ef….

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there..

One builds one's life in consistency; one invests it with the belief, however unsupported by reality, that one has always been what one is now, that ….

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul..