I don't want to be a strong hero who can save society. I just want to save myself..

Love is so holy, so confusing. It makes a man anxious, tormented. Love, how can I define it?.

Writing eases my suffering . . . writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence..

Truth refuses to be subservient to either politics or the market..

Walk where your heart leads you, there are no restrictions and no burdens..

Everyone has to have either this or that problem, if he can't find any problem, he loses all reason for living..

Language is inherently not concerned with logic. As an expression of the psychological activities of humankind, it simply follows a linear process as….

A good work can be communicated across languages ... [provided one does not] fall into the trap of narrow-minded nationalistic or chauvinistic thinki….

For me, writing [was] a question of survival...I could not trust anyone, even my family. The atmosphere was so poisoned. People even in your own fami….

Everybody can write poetry, just like everybody knows how to make love..

Observing humans and observing oneself yields a clear-minded starting point for literature..

Life is fragile, yet to obstinately struggle is natural..

To subvert is not the aim of literature, its value lies in discovering and revealing what is rarely known, little known, thought to be known but in f….

If everyone is a hero, then disasters and atrocities lose their meaning. It's only when certain people are heroes and others are not that these trage….

Loneliness is a prerequisite for freedom. Freedom depends on the ability to reflect, and reflection can only begin when one is alone..

If you want to do anything, do it now, without compromise or concession, because you have only one life..

Some distance away is a white azalea bush which stuns me with its stately beauty. This is pristine natural beauty. it is irrepressible, seeks no rewa….

In the history of literature there are many great enduring works which were not published in the lifetimes of the authors. If the authors had not ach….

You contemplate and you wander without any worries, between heaven and earth, in your own private world, and in this way you acquire supreme freedom..

It's in literature that true life can be found. It's under the mask of fiction that you can tell the truth..

Life is probably a tangle of love and hate permanently knotted together..