"These things were lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone ever taking the time to write it all down."

“When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.”

“The words of our childhood became strangers to us- we couldn't use them in the same way and so we chose not to use them at all. Life demanded a new language.”

“The little boy I watched throwing pebbles into the empty fountain You could tell that he had too much wisdom for his age. Probably he believed that he wasn't made for this world. I wanted to say to him: If not you, who?”

“Even after the only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for America, I continued to fill pages with her name.”

“When I got up again, I'd shed the only part of me that had ever thought I'd find words for even the smallest bit of life.”

“All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.”