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.

What kind of world does one see when one experiences it from the point of view of two and not one? What is the world like when it is experienced, developed and lived from the point of view of difference and not identity? That is what I believe love to be.

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

Evil is the moment when I lack the strength to be true to the Good that compels me.

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