“To do that I knew I had to learn French. In order to practice I started to write journals in French. The effort I made to master what I regarded a bad thing – a language owned by the rich Moroccans – brought me the ability to write.”

I started to write because of my dream to become a filmmaker. I got to know about a film school in Paris and it was my goal to get there.

You somehow have to kill yourself. This is asked of people who haven’t got the tools to understand that it’s all a social construction, and that they shouldn’t inferiorize themselves.

Writing and making films aren’t different things to me. Or maybe it has become so, now. Making film is a very long process and you have to be physically strong.

The literary work is more mystical, because it’s only the writer, and connected to something inside.

This is asked of little kids. But I still live in the same outcome.

Many Europeans think that all Moroccans speak French, but no. I had to make an effort to learn it when I studied French literature at the university in Rabat.

Everyone hasn’t got the power to free oneself and go away to another place or country… No one is capable of freeing oneself from society.

We all suffered from the same political rejection, and from poverty. When you’re starving with eleven other people in the same room, you become connected to them forever. We were all hungry at the same time.

I hate to express political ideas directly in a book. I don’t want my books to be seen as an expression of this or that political idea. At the same time I want to show a kind of rebellion and transgression, something further.

My family spent many years sleeping side by side in the same room. It’s important for me to not separate myself from them or to say that I’ve suffered more than they have because I’m gay.

People think that I only write about homosexuality, but that’s not true.

Any gay person understands at some point that he or she has to disappear, to become invisible. That’s very difficult.

So many people and institutions are against homosexuals that, as a homosexual, you can’t waste your time by trying to convince them that you’re a good person.

The French are a smallish, monkey-looking bunch and not dressed any better, on average, than the citizens of Baltimore.

The liberation movement which I led in Algeria, the organization that I created to fight the French army, was at first a small movement of nothing at all.

When the contemplative mind is a French mind, it is content, for the most part, to contemplate France. When the contemplative mind is an English mind, it is liable to be seized at any moment by an importunate desire to contemplate Morocco or Labrador.

After the French Revolution, it was not the treason of the king that was in question; it was the existence of the king. You have to be very careful when you judge and execute somebody for being a symbol.

Many Europeans think that all Moroccans speak French, but no. I had to make an effort to learn it when I studied French literature at the university in Rabat.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.