The Act Of Writing Is A Kind

I Don't Admire Freud As Much As Some People Do. Imagine Shakespeare Being Aware Of The Oedipal Complex When He Wrote Hamlet. It Would Have Been A Disaster.

I Have Often Heard That The Novel Is Dead. But I See Novels Produced, I Don't Know How Many A Week, In France. I Have The Impression It's Carrying Along Quite Well.

It's A Question Of Not Copying The Masters, To Look For Something, Good Or Bad, For Oneself. To Enter This Liberated State Of Mind, One Cannot Copy The Others.

I Have Never Sought The Reason Why I Write.

Chacun Peut E Prouver En Soi Ce Double Mouvement: De S Ir De S'inte Grer A' La Socie Te , Besoin De Se Re Aliser Par Soi-me" Me En Dehors D'elle. We All Have This Double Impulse Within Ourselves: The Desire To Integrate Into Society, And The Need To Fulfil Ourselves Outside Of It, Through Our Own Efforts.