Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Confronted with the impossibility of remaining faithful to one's beliefs, and the equal impossibility of becoming free of them, one can be driven to the most inhuman excesses.

A ghetto can be improved in one way only: out of existence.

A society must assume that it is stable, but the artist must know, and he must let us know, that there is nothing stable under heaven.

The occurrence of an event is not the same thing as knowing what it is that one has lived through.

People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.

I will no longer take anyone's word for my experience.