My Sensibility Steers Me Toward Writers Who

This Universe Can Very Well Be Expressed In Words And Syllables Which Are Not Those Of One's Mother Tongue.

I Do Not Use The Language Of My People. I Can Take Liberties With Certain Themes Which The Arabic Language Would Not Allow Me To Take.

What Have We Achieved Since The End Of The Second World War? We Have Allowed Petty, Bourgeois Regimes In Which Everything Is Average, Mediocre.

I Don't Feel Guilty About Expressing Myself In French; Nor Do I Feel That I Am Continuing The Work Of The Colonizers.

I Came To Poetry Through The Urgent Need To Denounce Injustice, Exploitation, Humiliation. I Know That's Not Enough To Change The World. But To Remain Silent Would Have Been A Kind Of Intolerable Complicity.