“I felt suffocated. And alone. More alone than ever. Every year, I ostentatiously crossed out of my address book any friend who'd made a racist remark, neglected those whose only ambition was a new car and a Club Med vacation,… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“After that, we weren't the same anymore. We'd become men. Disillusioned and cynical. Slightly bitter too. We had nothing. We hadn't even learned a… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“Leila was untouchable. She was in my heart now, and I'd carry her always, on this earth that every day gives men a chance.” — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“We fought over a girl's smile, not because of the color of our skins. It created friendships, not hatreds.” — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“It's at moment of misfortune that we remember we're all exiles.” — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
The sensuality of desperate lives. Only poets talk like that. But poetry has never had an answer for anything. All it does it bear… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“Our taste for books came from Antonin, an old second-hand bookseller, an anarchist, whose shop was on Cours Julien. We'd cut classes to go see him. He'd tell us stories of adventures and pirates. The Caribbean. The Red Sea. The South Seas... Sometimes he'd stop, grab a book, and read us a passage. As if to prove that what he… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share
“I don't like answering private questions. The answers are often ambiguous and can be interpreted in different ways. Even when the other person is… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“So much violence. If God existed, I'd have strangled him on the spot. Without batting an eyelid. And with all the fury of the… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“Nobody was speaking. Only the cicadas continued their whine, indifferent to human tragedies.” — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
