...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.

In effect I am not a novelist, but rather a failed essayist who started to write novels because he didn't know how to write essays.

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

Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.

It is not pornography that is obscene, it is hunger that is obscene.

Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.

We're not short of movements proclaiming that a different world is possible, but unless we can coordinate them into an international movement, capitalism just laughs at all these little organisations.