Afraid of Going On

Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as ...

To Love Intensely

What in the world is the worth of being smart, being an artist, being someone, when happiness is so simple! It exists more in the plain beings, the simple ones, and therefore your bride before, is ma...

Reality is More Powerful than Literature

I used to think I could understand everything and express everything. Or almost everything. I remember when I was writing my book about the war in Afghanistan, Zinky Boys, I went to Afghanistan and t...