I became very interested in the Islamic question, and thought I would try to understand it from the roots, ask very simple questions and somehow make a narrative of that discovery.

Some lesser husbands built a latrine on the hillside.

In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside whose gates at night the willingly betrayed husband waits in his motorcar. The circumstances were slightly.

We cannot understand all the traits we have inherited. Sometimes we can be strangers to ourselves.

One always writes comedy at the moment of deepest hysteria.

The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.

The past has to be seen to be dead; or the past will kill.