It's a question of not copying the masters, to look for something, good or bad, for oneself. To enter this liberated state of mind, one cannot copy the others.
Poetry is what makes the invisible appear.
We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen.
Women have seen that they have locked themselves up with feminist writing.
Neither reproaches nor encouragements are able to revive a faith that is waning.
I have often heard that the novel is dead. But I see novels produced, I don't know how many a week, in France. I have the impression it's carrying along quite well.