I seem to know all the cliches, but not how to put them together in a believable way. Or else these stories are terrible and grandiose precisely because all the cliches intertwine in an unrealistic way and you can't disentangle them. But when you actually live a cliche, it feels brand new, and you are unashamed.

Because of lies, we can produce and invent a possible world.

Contemporary societies have lost the sense of the feast but have kept the obscure drive for it.

Nothing gives a fearful man more courage than another's fear.

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.

We invented the car, and it made it easier for us to crash and die. If I gave a car to my grandfather, he would die in five minutes, while I have grown up slowly to accept speed.

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