The only thing I intend as a writer is to desecrate, for which I resort to irony, which is the great desecration; to the paradox that leads to the absurd; to the metaphor that is the very expression of relativity and of course to the acid and corrosive humor.
My books are not a simple enumeration of ingenious aphorisms and metaphors placed one after the other without any order or reason; but I have tried to weave them together in such a way that each page contains a meaning. I want my books to contain a rhythm. There are thoughts that by their strength ask me to be alone; I see others in need of company. I pursue the contrast, after a harsh statement I make a soft one, after a bleak thought I place a comforting one. I mix the tragic with the comic, the transcendent with the banal, the corny with the sublime. I want to shake the reader from the brutal to the kind, from the kind to the brutal, like life itself.