Who Ever Said That One Was Born

In Algeria, I Had Begun To Get Into Literature And Philosophy. I Dreamed Of Writing-and Already Models Were Instructing The Dream, A Certain Language Governed It.

Certain Readers Resented Me When They Could No Longer Recognize Their Territory, Their Institution.

These Critics Organize And Practice In My Case A Sort Of Obsessive Personality Cult Which Philosophers Should Know How To Question And Above All, To Moderate.

I Say Things That Contradict Each Other, That Are In Real Tension With Each Other, That Compose Me, That Make Me Live, And That Will Make Me Die.

Actually, When I Write, There Is A Feeling Of Necessity, Of Something That Is Stronger Than Myself That Demands That I Must Write As I Write.