At The Time Of Independence In 1975,

I Know Paradise Has Many Gates, Just As Hell Does. One Has To Learn To Distinguish Between Them, Or One Is Lost.

I Am A Very Radical Person - As Radical Now As I Was When I Was Younger. So My Books All Have In Common My Search For Understanding Of The Terrible World We Are Living In And Ways To Change It.

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.

I Work In An Old Tradition That Goes Back To The Ancient Greeks. You Hold A Mirror To Crime To See What's Happening In Society. I Could Never Write A Crime Story Just For The Sake Of It, Because I Always Want To Talk About Certain Things In Society.

I Remembered Her Once Saying That Life Was Like Your Shoes. You Couldn't Simply Expect Or Imagine That Your Shoes Would Fit Perfectly. Shoes That Pinched Your Feet Were A Fact Of Life.