Not to remember is not an option.

Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness?

Love makes everything complicated.

I listen to music when I write. I need the musical background. Classical music. I'm behind the times. I'm still with Baroque music, Gregorian chant, the requiems, and with the quartets of Beethoven and Brahms. That is what I need for the climate, for the surroundings, for the landscape: the music.

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.

Personally, as a student who loves words, who loves texts, I am concerned with finding something in the text from within.

Not all games are innocent. Some come dangerously close to cruelty.