The World Outside Had Its Own Rules,

In My Own Writing, I Think Of Myself As A Realist Who Exaggerates A Little.

Polemical Debates Happen All The Time In France.

To The End, I Will Remain A Child Of Europe, Of Worry And Of Shame. I Have No Message Of Hope To Deliver. For The West, I Do Not Feel Hatred. At Most I Feel A Great Contempt. I Know Only That Every Single One Of Us Reeks Of Selfishness, Masochism And Death. We Have Created A System In Which It Has Simply Become Impossible To Live, And What's More, We Continue To Export It.

The Absence Of The Will To Live Is, Alas, Not Sufficient To Make One Want To Die.

Those Who Love Life Do Not Read. Nor Do They Go To The Movies, Actually. No Matter What Might Be Said, Access To The Artistic Universe Is More Or Less Entirely The Preserve Of Those Who Are A Little Fed Up With The World.