The press may hate me, and I know my battles with them are not over, but that doesn't matter.

There is no point in asking me general questions because I am always changing my mind.

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

I think that if writers don't speak about real life, it's because they don't know it.

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.

It's a curious idea to reproduce when you don't even like life.

I've lived so little that I tend to imagine I'm not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.