Islam is a dangerous religion.

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

Tenderness is a deeper instinct than seduction, which is why it is so hard to give up hope.

Why am I popular? I don't know. Is it a mistake? I should think it's a mistake somewhere.

When a country is strong... it accepts any dose of pessimism from its writers.

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.

I think that if I am notorious, it is because other people have decided that this is how I should be.