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

The dream of all men is to meet little sluts who are innocent but ready for all forms of depravity—which is what, more or less, all teenage girls are.

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 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.

I think it's more difficult to live without a religion, definitely.

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.