The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.

We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

I write stories about conspiracies and paranoid characters while I am, in fact, a very skeptical person.

A secret is powerful when it is empty.

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

That is a real attitude - to see everything as being meaningful, even the less important things, to prove something, even the greater problems of life.

We are never racist against somebody who is very far away. I don't know any racism against the Eskimos. To have a racist feeling, there must be an other who is slightly different from us - but is living close to us.