My Mother Did What Many Men Do.

I Am Fascinated By All The New Technology That Creates Places For Us To Meet In What Is Called Cyberspace. I Understand What It Must Have Meant For The Rebellions In The 19th Century, Especially In 1830 And 1848, When The Mass Circulated Newspaper Became So Important For The Spreading Of Information.

It Was A Clear, Starry Night, Dead Calm. Whenever I See A Sky Like That, I Wish I Could Write Music

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.

Dreams Can Be Of Value Even If You Don’t Have An Opportunity To Turn Them Into Reality.