You can't define the future. And in my opinion, you can't define the avant-garde.

from one minute to the next the present is merely an honorary past. It must be filled unceasingly anew to dissemble the curse it carries within itself; that is why Americans like speed, alcohol, thriller films and any sensational news: the demand for new things, and ever newer things, is feverish since nowhere will they rest.

If the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male's arrogance made it "a discussion

If the writer is a woman, feminist or not, it will give the language something that it would not have if it had been used by a man.

Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you've lost that, you've lost everything.

A man of the right doesn't write in the same way as a man of the left, you can see that right away, or a woman of the right or a woman of the left.

There is only one good. And that is to act according to the dictates of one's conscience.