We Must Mistrust Utopias: They Usually End

Literature Is A Form Of Permanent Insurrection. Its Mission Is To Arouse, To Disturb, To Alarm, To Keep Men In A Constant State Of Dissatisfaction With Themselves.

In My Case, Literature Is A Kind Of Revenge. It's Something That Gives Me What Real Life Can't Give Me - All The Adventures, All The Suffering. All The Experiences I Can Only Live In The Imagination, Literature Completes.

Death Isn't Enough. It Doesn't Remove The Stain. But A Slap, A Whiplash, Square On The Face, Does. Because A Man's Face Is As Sacred As His Mother Or His Wife.

Men Do Not Live By Truth Alone; They Also Need Lies: Those That They Invent Freely, Not Those That Are Imposed On Them; Those That Appear As They Are, Not Smuggled In Beneath The Clothes Of History. Fiction Enriches Their Existence, Completes Them And, Fleetingly, Compensates Them For This Tragic Condition Which Is Our Lot: Always To Desire And Dream More Than We Can Actually Achieve.

There Is An Incompatibility Between Literary Creation And Political Activity.