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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.

An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have Fulfilled My Every Desire; I Already Knew That At The Age Of Seven. The Texture Of The World Is Painful, Inadequate; Unalterable, Or So It Seems To Me. Really, I Believe That An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have Suited Me Best. Such A Life Has Not Been Granted Me.

To Increase Desires To An Unbearable Level Whilst Making The Fulfillment Of Them More And More Inaccessible: This Was The Single Principle Upon Which Western Society Was Based.

The Love Of A Dog Is A Pure Thing. He Gives You A Trust Which Is Total. You Must Not Betray It.

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.