When I search for Man in the technique and the style of Europe, I see only a succession of negations of man, and an avalanche of murders.

A man who has a language consequently possesses the world expressed and implied by that language.

Fervor is the weapon of choice for the impotent.

I feel my soul as vast as the world, truly a soul as deep as the deepest of rivers; my chest has the power to expand to infinity. I was made to give and they prescribe for me the humility of the cripple.

I ascribe a basic importance to the phenomenon of language. To speak means to be in a position to use a certain syntax, to grasp the morphology of this or that language, but it means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.

Zombies, believe me, are more terrifying than colonists.

For the beloved should not allow me to turn my infantile fantasies into reality: On the contrary, he should help me to go beyond them.