In reality, the monotheist texts preach neither peace, love nor tolerance. They are texts of hate.

Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks.

Father died last year. I don't subscribe to the theory by which we only become truly adult when our parents die; we never become truly adult.

Now abideth beauty, truth, and intensity; but the greatest of these is intensity.

Using a big word like 'plagiarism'... always causes some damage. It will always do lasting damage, like accusations of racism.

I think it's more difficult to live without a religion, definitely.

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.