I like the beauty of Faulkner's poetry. But I don't like his themes, not at all.

I'm not terribly happy about rock and roll. Certain rock music is uninspiring, numbing; it makes you feel like an idiot.

I have written every one of my novels to convince somebody of something.

In a country like France, so ancient, their history is full of outstanding people, so they carry a heavy weight on their back. Who could write in French after Proust or Flaubert?

If the novelist shares his or her problems with the characters, he or she is able to study his personal unconscious.

I'm not a best-seller, but through translations, I've accumulated some money.

We should try to understand our innermost needs. We shouldn't use irony to reduce their power.