The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.

I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan.

Surviving - that is the other name of a mourning whose possibility is never to be awaited.

I never give in to the temptation to be difficult just for the sake of being difficult. That would be too ridiculous.

No one will ever know from what secret I am writing and the fact that I say so changes nothing.

Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'Here are our monsters,' without immediately turning the monsters into pets.

As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scene.