“I was born StrangerI will die StrangerUnknown is my nameUnknown is my country.”
“In the world I amAlways a strangerI do not understand its languageIt does not understand my silence”
“My dreams died nine months before I was born ”
“When will my country die for me?”
“Let my country die for me.”
“The country with the most writers is ironically probably the country with the least readers—USA. And once my parents die, my entire reading base will disappear.”