Sînt deja închis. Cum sînt toti. Închis si totodata prea liber. - Eugène Ionesco

It’s a play about the life and martyrdom of a modern saint, who has just been canonized by the Church — or is it beatified? Which comes first? I’m not sure. Anyway, his name was Father Maximilian Kolbe, a Pole, and he died in Auschwitz. They were going to send some prisoners to a mine, where they would die of hunger and thirst. Father Kolbe offered to go instead of a man who had a wife and children and didn’t want to die. That man is still alive. … It won’t matter to me at all whether the Church canonizes him or not. The important thing is that such a man existed. -->

A writer never takes a vacation. For a writer life consists of either writing or thinking about writing

I didn't mean you were stupid. It's just that you're not logical, which isn't the same thing at all.