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

When the rich [and politically powerful] make war, it's the poor [and politically weak] who die.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

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

I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.

This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.

Politics is a science. You can demonstrate that you are right and that others are wrong.