Beauty Is First And Foremost An Emotion.

The Power Of The Word In Morocco Belonged To Men And To The Authorities. No One Asked The Point Of View Of Poor People Or Women.

I Write About Wounds, The Eternal Treasons Of Life. It's Not Very Funny, But It's Sincere. My Commitment Is To Sincerity.

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

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 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.