Love is not a contract between two narcissists.

In love, fidelity signifies this extended victory: the randomness of an encounter defeated day after day through the invention of what will endure.

Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.

All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

The absolute contingency of the encounter takes on the appearance of destiny. The declaration of love marks the transition from chance to destiny and that's why it is so perilous and so burdened with a kind of horrifying stage fright.

These latter institutions [the civil service, trade unions, media of all kinds], notably of course television, but more subtly the written press, are quite spectacular powers of unreason and ignorance.