We write out of revenge against reality, to dream and enter the lives of others.

Mine [parents] started out more from scratch, because I'm constantly aware of what they suffered in the war.

Lovers, children, heroes, none of them do we fantasize as extravagantly as we fantasize our parents.

Art is both a vengeance against reality and a reconciliation with it.

I didn't find this memoir of these two eccentric people so different from doing my memoirs of De Sade or Simone Weil. My parents in their own way are as odd as Sade.

We write out of revenge against reality, to dream and enter the lives of others.

I shall never cease to marvel at the way we beg for love and tyranny.