“I tried to put the displacement between parenthesis, to put a last period in a long sentence of the sadness of history, personal and public history. But I see nothing except commas. I want to sew the times together. I want to attach one moment to another, to attach childhood to age, to attach the present to the absent and all the presents to all absences, to attach exiles to the homeland and to attach what I have imagined to what I see now.”

“Listen, ultimately we have to let go of all attachments - I mean all attachments.”

“This I say is the present moment; this is the first day of the summer holidays. This is part of the emerging monster to whom we are attached.”

“I’m not attached to anything.I’m attached to what it feels it's my duty, to do my duty.I think that I will die with the boots on.”

“You couldn't attach a 'but' to 'I love you'. You could onlt attach an 'and'.”

“Sifting through long forgotten stories of my childhood and writing on a daily basis, I became obsessed with following the threads of my memories, one leading to another. I start pulling on a single, seemingly trivial strand, only to discover it is attached to a longer strand; that one in turn is attached to an even bigger one. Sometimes, I find have tugged a whole, hidden tapestry of my past into view, one thread at a time.”