I Was Suffering From A Peculiar And

Art Is A Criticism Of Society And Life, And I Believe That If Life Became Perfect, Art Would Be Meaningless And Cease To Exist.

Freedom Of Expression Must Be Considered Sacred And Thought Can Only Be Corrected By Counter Thought.

For The First Time In My Life, I Felt That A Wave, A Justice Was Sweeping Away A Deep-seated Decay Without Any Indulgence. I Dearly Wished That It Would Keep Going Without Hesitation Or Deviation, In A Spirit Of Purity Forever.

Winning Nobel Imposed On Me A Lifestyle To Which I Am Not Used And Which I Would Not Have Preferred.

There Are No Heroes In Most Of My Stories. I Look At Our Society With A Critical Eye And Find Nothing Extraordinary In The People I See.