My Novels Are All Ideas.

I Think She Is Going To Find You Too Old... Yes That Was It, The Moment She Said It I Knew It Was True, And The Revelation Caused Me No Surprise, It Was Like The Echo Of A Dull, Not Unexpected Shock. The Age Difference Was The Last Taboo, The Final Limit, All The Stronger For The Fact That It Remained The Last And Had Replaced All The Others. In The Modern World You Could Be A Swinger, Bi, Trans, Zoo Into S&m, But It Was Forbidden To Be Old.

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.

To The End, I Will Remain A Child Of Europe, Of Worry And Of Shame. I Have No Message Of Hope To Deliver. For The West, I Do Not Feel Hatred. At Most I Feel A Great Contempt. I Know Only That Every Single One Of Us Reeks Of Selfishness, Masochism And Death. We Have Created A System In Which It Has Simply Become Impossible To Live, And What's More, We Continue To Export It.

There Is No Point In Asking Me General Questions Because I Am Always Changing My Mind.

People Are Suspicious Of Single Men On Vacation, After They Get To A Certain Age: They Assume That They're Selfish, And Probably A Bit Pervy. I Can't Say They're Wrong.