In times when religious or political faith or hope predominates, the writer functions totally in unison with society, and expresses society's feelings, beliefs, and hopes in perfect harmony.

When I write now I do not invent situation, characters, or actions, but rather structures and discursive forms, textual groupings which are combined according to secret affinities among themselves, as in architecture or the plastic arts.

The writer cannot abandon himself simply to inspiration, and feign innocence vis a vis language, because language is never innocent.

As I began to discover my own truth and endeavored to possess it with CLARITY, I became more and more alienated from that which my companions held, or professed to hold.

My exile was not only a physical one, motivated exclusively by political reasons; it was also a moral, social, ideological and sexual exile.

Marks of Identity is, among other things, the expression of the process of alienation in a contemporary intellectual with respect to his own country.

I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger.