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

Those who think they know me are simply lacking in information.

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.

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

Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic.

Irony won't save you from anything; humour doesn't do anything at all. You can look at life ironically for years, maybe decades; there are people who seem to go through most of their lives seeing the funny side, but in the end, life always breaks your heart. Doesn't matter how brave you are, or how reserved, or how much you've developed a sense of humour, you still end up with your heart broken. That's when you stop laughing.

The triumph of vegetation is total.