I cannot stand public attention, I just can't. Of course, if I may I might write something instead

As is said about most writers: on the one hand all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

The first thing a proprietor learns, and painfully at that, is: Trust is fine, but control is better.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

I do not want to have the feeling of writing "for eternity," so to speak.

I cannot stand public attention, I just can't. Of course, if I may I might write something instead