Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.

We have not the time to take our time.

Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, eveything that will be has been.

Politics separate men by bringing them together only superficially. Art and culture unite us in a common anguish that is our only possible fraternity, that of our existential and metaphysical community.

I was born near Bucharest, but my parents came to France a year later. We moved back to Romania when I was thirteen, and my world was shattered. I hated Bucharest, its society, and its mores - its anti-Semitism for example.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.