“The serious writer was aware of a paradox at the heart of his art: his inner world, the place of the strongest stories, was infinite, but it was also embedded in – if this was possible! – an even more infinite universe of all things to write about. It was like seeing the Grand Canyon from outer space – a huge gorge that looked like a thin trickle, impossible to miss, hard to hit.”

“Space and silence are two aspects of the same thing. The same no-thing. They are externalization of inner space and inner silence, which is stillness: the infinitely creative womb of all existence.”

“Master Alfred de Musset says great artists have no country. They have also no world! They belong to the space, to the universe, to anything infinite!”

“There's no such thing as complete when it comes to stories. Stories are infinite. They are as infinite as worlds.”

“To him, they looked like shadows that his wife had left behind. Size 7 shadows of his wife hung there in long rows, layer upon layer, as if someone had gathered and hung up samples of the infinite possibilities (or at least the theoretically infinite possibilities) implied in the existence of a human being.”

“The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.”