It is my huge pleasure that my novels are translated into languages that are read among small numbers of people.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.

There are many things we only see clearly in retrospect.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.