I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

Man's existence precedes his essence

In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati's.

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.