“From a Christian point of view, human reason is madness compared to the reason of God, but divine reason appears as madness to human reason.”

Where there is power, there is resistance.

In civilizations without ships, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure and the police take the place of corsairs.

Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same. More than one person, doubtless like me, writes in order to have no face.

Justice must always question itself, just as society can exist only by means of the work it does on itself and on its institutions.

There is no glory in punishing.

With humanity, life has ended up with a living creature that never quite finds itself in the right place, a living creature destined to wander and endlessly make mistakes.

I don’t write a book so that it will be the final word; I write a book so that other books are possible, not necessarily written by me.

It’s amazing how people like judging.

The language of psychiatry is a monologue of reason about madness.

From the point of view of wealth, there is no difference between need, comfort, and pleasure.

Islam, in the year 1978, was not the opium of the people precisely because it was the spirit of a world without spirit.

I’m not making a problem out of a personal question; I make of a personal question an absence of a problem.

Modern man is not the man who goes off to discover himself, his secrets, and his hidden truth; he is a man who tries to invest himself.

I’m no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.

We must not think that by saying yes to sex, one says no to power.

My point is not that everything is bad, but that everything is dangerous.

From the depths of the West of Europe, a young child will be born of poor people, he who by his tongue will seduce a great troop; his fame will increase towards the realm of the East.

The loudest cries are heard in silence.

These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.

How do you defeat terrorism? Don’t be terrorized.

What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.

Whatever you love opens its secrets to you.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all?