Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms….

Et une fois de plus je m'avan c° ais le long de ces me" mes couloirs, marchant depuis des jours, depuis des mois, depuis des anne es, a' votre re….

The art of the novel, however, has fallen into such a state of stagnation - a lassitude acknowledged and discussed by the whole of critical opinion -….

Deux me' tresou un peu plusse parent donc l'homme de la femme. Two metres, or a little more, separates a man from a woman..

There is a famous Russian cartoon in which a hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: 'You see,' he says, 'now that’s f….

Premie' re approximation: j'e cris pour de truire, en les de crivant avec pre cision, des monstres nocturnes qui menacent d'envahir ma vie e ve….

To tell the truth, girls are no longer the way they used to be. They play gangsters, nowadays, just like boys. They organize rackets. They plan holdu….

Le lecteur, lui non plus, ne voit pas les choses du dehors. Il est dans le labyrinthe aussi. The reader [as well as the main character] does not view….

The true writer has nothing to say. What counts is the way he says it..

the world is neither meaningful, nor absurd. it quite simply is, and that, in any case, is what is so remarkable about it..

What do young girls dream of? Of the knife and of blood..

On n'e chappe pas a' son sort. One cannot escape destiny..

Memory belongs to the imagination..