Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.

Rather than regret for what I have written, I feel regret for what I shall never be able to read.

I vividly remember the stories my grandfather told me about the carnage of the First World War, which people tend to forget was one of the worst massacres in human history.

I live quietly at home among my family and friends.

Literature is my life of course, but from an ontological point of view. From an existential point of view, I like being a teacher.

A l'intérieur de ce corps vivait l'âme d'une intellectuelle et poète dont personne n'avait le soupçon. Within this body lived the soul of an intellectual and poet, which nobody had suspected.

Perfection spawns doctrines, dictators and totalitarian ideas.