In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary.

life is a story and god is author.life is absurd.I think so.

What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?

Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles.

For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.

Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.

In Oran, as elsewhere, for want of time and thought, people have to love one another without knowing it.