My Novels Are All Ideas.

The Terrible Predicament Of A Beautiful Girl Is That Only An Experienced Womanizer, Someone Cynical And Without Scruple, Feels Up To The Challenge. More Often Than Not, She Will Lose Her Virginity To Some Filthy Lowlife In What Proves To Be The First Step In An Irrevocable Decline.

In Reality, The Monotheist Texts Preach Neither Peace, Love Nor Tolerance. They Are Texts Of Hate.

I Hadn’t Seen Any Novel Make The Statement That Entering The Workforce Was Like Entering The Grave. That From Then On, Nothing Happens And You Have To Pretend To Be Interested In Your Work. And, Furthermore, That Some People Have A Sex Life And Others Don’t Just Because Some Are More Attractive Than Others. I Wanted To Acknowledge That If People Don’t Have A Sex Life, It’s Not For Some Moral Reason, It’s Just Because They’re Ugly. Once You’ve Said It, It Sounds Obvious, But I Wanted To Say It.

Using A Big Word Like 'plagiarism'... Always Causes Some Damage. It Will Always Do Lasting Damage, Like Accusations Of Racism.

I'd Say That The Question Whether Love Still Exists Plays The Same Role In My Novels As The Question Of God's Existence In Dostoevsky.