For some men, nothing is Written unless they Write it.

I love to be with my son and my grandchildren, like normal people. I have no particular idea of what I represent to other people. It's very mysterious to me. I don't understand it.

I had too many big passions in life and it gets in the way of work. You can't concentrate properly on the one thing.

Working gets in the way of living.

I didn't want to be a slave to any passion anymore. I gave up card playing altogether, even bridge and gambling - more or less. It took me a few years to get out of it.

For some men, nothing is Written unless they Write it.

Making love? It's a communion with a woman. The bed is the holy table. There I find passion -- and purification.