“Le Pays Sans Ombre ("The Land Without Shadow"), Serpent à plumes, Paris, 1994,”

“Cahier nomade ("Nomad's Book"), Serpent à plumes, Paris, 1999”

“Moisson de crânes ("Harvest of Skulls"), Serpent à plumes, Paris 2004”

“Mais comment pouvons-nous nous retrouver nous-mêmes? Comment l'homme peut-il se connaître? Ce sont là des questions difficiles à résoudre. Si le lièvre a sept peaux, l'homme peut s'en enlever sept fois septante sans qu'il puisse dire ensuite: «Cela est maintenant véritablement toi, ce n'est plus seulement une enveloppe.» De plus, c'est là un geste cruel et dangereux que de fouiller ainsi soi-même sa chair pour descendre brutalement, par le plus court chemin, dans le fond de son être. Comme il arrive facilement qu'on se blesse, sans qu'aucun médecin puisse nous guérir! A quoi cela servirait-il, en outre, si tout témoigne de notre être, nos amitiés et nos inimitiés, notre regard et nos serrements de mains, notre mémoire et ce que nous oublions, nos livres et les traits de notre plume?”

“A substitute for all the gods:
This self, not that gold self aloft,
Alone, one's shadow magnified,
Lord of the body, looking down,
As now and called most high,
The shadow of Chocorua
In an immenser heaven, aloft,
Alone, lord of the land and lord
Of the men that live in the land, high lord.
One's self and the mountains of one's land,
Without shadows, without magnificence,
The flesh, the bone, the dirt, the stone.”

“As to whether Marcos is gay: Marcos is gay in San Francisco, black in South Africa, an Asian in Europe, a Chicano in San Ysidro, an anarchist in Spain, a Palestinian in Israel, a Mayan Indian in the streets of San Cristobal,… a Jew in Germany, a Gypsy in Poland, a Kurd in Turkey, a Mohawk in Quebec, a pacifist in Bosnia, a single woman on the Metro at 10pm, a peasant without land, a gang member in the slums, an unemployed worker, an unhappy student and, of course, a Zapatista in the mountains.”

“Christopher Columbus landed first in the New World at the island of San Salvador, and after praising God enquired urgently for gold.”

“Serpents, thirst, burning-sand – all are welcomed by the brave; endurance finds pleasure in hardship; virtue rejoices when it pays dear for its existence.”
Serpens, sitis, ardor harenae dulcia virtuti; gaudet patientia duris; laetius est, quotiens magno sibi constat, honestum.

“Even in art, there is no light without shadows, and no shadows are cast without some light. Even the shadow of Adolf Hitler is accompanied by some light.”

“To me, no blazon on a foeman's shield
Shall e'er present a fear! such pointed threats
Are powerless to wound; his plumes and bells,
Without a spear, are snakes without a sting.”