The Past Is The Luxury Of Proprietors.

Only The Guy Who Isn't Rowing Has Time To Rock The Boat.

I Think [alain Robbe-grillet] A Good Writer, But He Speaks To The Comfortable Bourgeoisie.

Things Are Entirely What They Appear To Be And Behind Them... There Is Nothing.

For Forty Years I Was Conscripted By The Absolute, The Neurosis. The Absolute Is Gone. There Remain Countless Tasks Among Which Literature Is In No Way Privileged.

I Receive Letters From Workers, From Secretaries. . . . They Are The Most Interesting Ones.