I don't like this world. I definitely do not like it. The society in which I live disgusts me; advertising sickens me; computers make me puke.

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

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

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

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.

A source of permanent, accessible pleasure, our genitals exist. The god who created our misfortune, who made us short-lived, vain and cruel, has also provided this form of meagre compensation. If we couldn't have sex from time to time, what would life be? A futile struggle against joints that stiffen, caries that form. All of which, moreover, is as uninteresting as humanly possible - the collagen which makes muscles stiffen, the appearance of microbic cavities in the gums.

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