...sometimes we ask ourselves why happiness took so long to arrive, why it didn't come sooner, but appears suddenly, as now, when we've given up hope of it ever arriving, it's likely then that we won't know what to do, and rather than it being a question of choosing between laughter and tears, we will be filled by a secret anxiety to which we might not know how to respond at all.

Doesn't anybody understand that killing in the name of God only makes Him a murderer?

From literature to ecology, from the escape velocity of galaxies to the greenhouse effect, from garbage disposal methods to traffic jams, everything is discussed in our world. But the democratic system, as if it were a given fact, untouchable by nature until the end of time, we don't discuss that.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

The possibility of the impossible, dreams and illusions, are the subject of my novels.

Every thing in life is a uniform; the only time our bodies are truly in civilian dress is when we're naked.

all stories are like those about the creation of the universe, no one was there, no one witnessed anything, yet everyone knows what happened.