It (the selection of Jelinek) has done irreparable damage to the Nobel literature prize, both those who came before Elfriede Jelinek and those who came after her.

Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.

I associate the metaphor of sport with war. The unrest in the former Yugoslavia, after all, started with a football match that then became charged in nationalist ways and ended in violence.

I would gladly do it but I am suffering from social phobia. I cannot manage being in a crowd of people.

simple people. . . . listen to music with their hearts and enjoy it more than those who are spoiled, jaded, blase.

Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.