Father died last year. I don't subscribe to the theory by which we only become truly adult when our parents die; we never become truly adult.

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

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

When you read the Koran, you give up. At least the Bible is very beautiful because Jews have an extraordinary literary talent.

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.

I am for the muscles. I would like to have a lot of muscles, because women like it. I'm for bodybuilding, but it's very exhausting.

I feel as if things are falling apart within me, like so many glass partitions shattering. I walk from place to place in the grip of a fury, needing to act, yet can do nothing about it because any attempt seems doomed in advance. Failure, everywhere failure. Only suicide hovers above me, gleaming and inaccessible.