The ethic of truth is the complete opposite of an 'ethics of communication'. It is an ethic of the Real The ethic of truth is absolutely opposed to opinion, and to ethics in general.

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.

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

For a politics of emancipation, the enemy that is to be feared most is not repression at the hands of the established order. It is the interiority of nihilism, and the unbounded cruelty that can come with its emptiness.

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.

Evil is the interruption of a truth by the pressure of particular or individual interests.