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 prefer reading to writing. Reading changes your world view. Writing changes absolutely nothing. Except, of course, when it makes you rich.

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.

As a teenager, Michel believed that suffering conferred dignity on a person. Now he had to admit that he had been wrong. What conferred dignity on people was television.

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

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.

The terrible predicament of a beautiful girl is that only an experienced womanizer, someone cynical and without scruple, feels up to the challenge. More often than not, she will lose her virginity to some filthy lowlife in what proves to be the first step in an irrevocable decline.