What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy.

human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capable only of fractured perceptions

The writers of the French enlightenment had deliberately used blasphemy as a weapon, refusing to accept the power of the Church to set limiting points on thought.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad? No, that wasn't it at all. Well, they did do that, perhaps, but they also allowed you to become the person, and the writer, that you had it in you to be.

If power was a a cry, then human lives were lived in the echo of the cries of others.

Many writers who have had to deal with the subject of atrocity can't face it head-on.