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.

Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit.

Islam is a dangerous religion.

The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human.

I want to be loved despite my faults. It isn't exactly true that I'm a provocateur. A real provocateur is someone who says things he doesn't think, just to shock. I try to say what I think.

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

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