If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.

I was very fond of Lagneau’s phrase: “I have no comfort but in my absolute despair.

In fact, people seem to be tired of fiction now. There are so many other ways of exploring humanity - by ethnology, psychoanalysis, and so on. It's a little boring to make up stories. So many people think that it's better to be very close to reality and to recount one's life as it is rather than to fictionalize, as they say, that is to transpose, and therefore to cheat.

Literature in France seems to be undergoing a crisis now, and nothing comes immediately to mind.

We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.

Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn't advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.