The power of the word in Morocco belonged to men and to the authorities. No one asked the point of view of poor people or women.

The power of the word in Morocco belonged to men and to the authorities. No one asked the point of view of poor people or women.

My sensibility steers me toward writers who are out on their own.

Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare - and precious as a pearl.

In the 70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.

It is through accepting other people in our own countries that we shall come to respect our neighbours and be respected in our turn.

I write about wounds, the eternal treasons of life. It's not very funny, but it's sincere. My commitment is to sincerity.