People are suspicious of single men on vacation, after they get to a certain age: they assume that they're selfish, and probably a bit pervy. I can't say they're wrong.

it’s true this world our breathing laboured inspires nothing more than obvious disgust a desire to flee without our share and no longer read the headlines we long to return to our ancestral home where our forebears once lived under an angel’s wing we long to find that strange morality which sanctified life to the end we crave something like loyalty like the embrace of mild addictions something that transcends yet contains life we cannot live far from eternity

In order to pass the time I told him the story of the German who ate the other German whom he’d met on the internet.

The triumph of vegetation is total.

In my own writing, I think of myself as a realist who exaggerates a little.

I'd say that the question whether love still exists plays the same role in my novels as the question of God's existence in Dostoevsky.

Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic.