I do not want to have the feeling of writing "for eternity," so to speak.

I cannot stand public attention, I just can't. Of course, if I may I might write something instead.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

I would gladly do it but I am suffering from social phobia. I cannot manage being in a crowd of people.

As is said about most writers: on the one hand all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing.

My training in music and composition then led me to a kind of musical language process in which, for example, the sound of the words I play with has to expose their true meaning against their will so to speak.

I have the feeling it will influence my future writing to the extent that without any material worries I could develop a greater ease, even lightheartedness, in my writing.

I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.

It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.

Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.

My plays are made up of long monologues, which is similar to prose working with the language.

The problem is that it is difficult to translate.

I do not want to have the feeling of writing "for eternity," so to speak.

The government has once again made the right socially acceptable.

As is said about most writers, on the one hand, all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing. On the other hand, the more I read, the more I felt this well-known fissure between me and the world.

As long as I have books and DVDs, I don't miss much.

I am not made to be pulled into the public as a person. I feel threatened there.

I associate the metaphor of sport with war. The unrest in the former Yugoslavia, after all, started with a football match that then became charged in nationalist ways and ended in violence.

I can really write what I want. I can take time; I can do nothing for a year. That is paradise.

I describe the relationship between man and woman as a Hegelian relationship between master and slave. As long as men are able to increase their sexual value through work, fame or wealth, while women are only powerful through their body, beauty and youth, nothing will change.

I do not want to have the feeling of writing 'for eternity', so to speak.

I don't do what I do willingly, but I have to do it.

I find the Internet to be the most wonderful thing there is. It connects people. Everyone can have input.

I seek to cast an incorruptible gaze on women, especially where they are the accomplices of men.

I'm not one of those women writers who are obsessed by their ego, possibly because I don't have one.

It doesn't suit me as a person to be put on public display.

It's a wonderfully democratic method, publishing a text on the Internet.

It's interesting that the treatment of historical events by art precedes the civilisation of people through democracy.

Sunday the day for the language of leisure.

Stealing isn't so easy, often it's hard work, otherwise we'd all be doing it.

Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.

The future and eternity are two entirely different things.

A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there - even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.

I was born in 1961. Now I think the 16 years that elapsed between 1961 and the end of the wars is nothing. To a child growing up it felt like an eternity, an entirely different world.

War is eternity jammed into frantic minutes that will fill a lifetime with dreams and nightmares.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

The realm of immediate or personal knowledge is a narrow circle in which these bodies move; the realm of knowledge derived through faith is as wide as the universe, and old as eternity.

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

God exists in eternity. The only point where eternity meets time is in the present. The present is the only time there is.

Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.