Love can only consist in failure...on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

I feel really assured by the fact that the women I have loved I have loved for always.

We must point out that in what concerns its material the event is not a miracle. What I mean is that what composes an event is always extracted from a situation, always related back to a singular multiplicity, to its state, to the language that is connected to it, etc. In fact, so as not to succumb to an obscurantist theory of creation ex nihilo, we must accept that an event is nothing but a part of a given situation, nothing but a fragment of being.

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

Love and politics are the two great figures of social engagement. Politics is enthusiasm with a collective; with love, two people. So love is the minimal form of communism.

There is no ethics in general. There are only-eventually-ethics of processes by which we treat the possibilities of a situation.

We know that communism is the right hypothesis. All those who abandon this hypothesis immediately resign themselves to the market economy, to parliamentary democracy-the form of state suited to capitalism-and to the inevitable and 'natural' character of the most monstrous inequalities.