«Так что же, – осмелился я спросить, – вы еще далеки от решения?» «Я очень близок к решению, – ответил Вильгельм. – Только не знаю, к которому». «З… - Umberto Eco

"We were interrupted by a girl with a strawberry birthmark on her nose; she had some papers in her hand and asked if we had signed the petition for the imprisoned Argentinean comrades. Belbo signed without reading it. "They're even worse of than I am," he said to Diotallevi, who was regarding him with a bemused expression. "He can't sign," Belbo said to the girl. "He belongs to a small Indian sect that forbids its members to write their own names. Many of them are in jail because of government persecution." The girl looked sympathetically at Diotallevi and passed the petition to me.

"And who are they?" I asked.

"What do you mean, who are they? Argentinean comrades."

"But what group do they belong to?"

"The Tacuarus, I think."

"The Tacuarus are fascists," I said. As if I knew one group from the other.

"Fascist pig," the girl hissed at me. She left."

Öyle bir an geliyor ki,insanın içinde bir şeyler kırılıyor;ne enerji ne istek kalıyor. Yaşamak gerekir diyorlar ama yaşamak son vadede intihara sürükleyen bir sorun

Since I became a novelist I have discovered that I am biased. Either I think a new novel is worse than mine and I don’t like it, or I suspect it is better than my novels and I don’t like it.