Why do people always expect authors to answer questions? I am an author because I want to ask questions. If I had answers, I'd be a politician.
The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.
Drama lies in extreme exaggeration of the feelings, an exaggeration that dislocates flat everyday reality.
I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.
It's not a certain society that seems ridiculous to me, it's mankind.
There is nothing truer than myth: history, in its attempt to realize myth, distorts it, stops halfway; when history claims to have succeeded, this is nothing but humbug and mystification. Everything we dream is realizable. Reality does not have to be: it is simply what it is.