I feel that I am a scholar who only with the left hand writes novels.

When I went from being an academic to being a member of the community of writers some of my former colleagues did look on me with a certain resentment.

Monsters exist because they are part of the divine plan, and in the horrible features of those same monsters the power of the creator is revealed.

But it has often happened that I have found the most seductive depictions of sin in the pages of those very men of incorruptible virtue who condemned their spell and their effects.

Jacopo Belbo didnt understand that he had had his moment and that it would have to be enough for him, for all his life. Not recognizing it, he spent the rest of his days seeking something else, until he damned himself.

I have lost the freedom of not having an opinion.

The only truths that are useful are instruments to be thrown away.