Whether We Like It Or

In A King, Modesty Would Be A Sign Of Weakness.

Just Like Everything Else In Life, Let Time Take Its Course And It Will Find A Solution.

Every Novel Is Like This, Desperation, A Frustrated Attempt To Save Something Of The Past. Except That It Still Has Not Been Established Whether It Is The Novel That Prevents Man From Forgetting Himself Or The Impossibility Of Forgetfulness That Makes Him Write Novels.

Inside Us There Is Something That Has No Name, That Something Is What We Are.

I Am The Same Person I Was Before Receiving The Nobel Prize. I Work With The Same Regularity, I Have Not Modified My Habits, I Have The Same Friends.