This progressive effacement of human relationships is not without certain problems for the novel. How, in point of fact, would one handle the narration of those unbridled passions, stretching over many years, and at times making their effect felt on several generations? We’re a long way from Wuthering Heights, to say the least. The novel form is not conceived for depicting indifference or nothingness; a flatter, more terse, and dreary discourse would need to be invented.

The most stupid religion is Islam.

Adolescence is not only an important period in life, but that it is the only period where one may speak of life in the full sense of the word.

In reality, the monotheist texts preach neither peace, love nor tolerance. They are texts of hate.

In order to pass the time I told him the story of the German who ate the other German whom he’d met on the internet.

I'd say that the question whether love still exists plays the same role in my novels as the question of God's existence in Dostoevsky.

As a teenager, Michel believed that suffering conferred dignity on a person. Now he had to admit that he had been wrong. What conferred dignity on people was television.