Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.

“thinking about the misery of the world is a favourite contemporary occupation. …”

“Love doesn't think like that. All right, it's blind as a bat--''Bats have radar…”

“The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most swee…”

“...морето пред мен по-скоро свети, отколкото искри под ласкавото майско слънце.…”