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

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.

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.

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.

As a girl, my favorite toy was my dollhouse; if I could still play with it now, I would! I used to love a well-arranged room: the furniture, the fabric, the lighting.

“Support” groups for every kind of human condition, where, in the clichés of that milieu, people “share” and “heal,” the question, “What for?”, “What now?” is no longer asked.

In private (Jerry Vines was with us), I asked Rogers what he did with the slavery passages of the New Testament.

Young people are often asked, ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ and given advice about how to lead meaningful adult lives.

Someone asked me…how it felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow-townsman of ours used to tell–Abraham Lincoln.

If someone had been asked twenty years ago what direction they thought music was going in, they wouldn’t have said sampling.

A certain traveler who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all.

If someone is brought in for an interview, for example, and is asked about their views on things, but has posted things that are completely contrary to the interview