Images exist; things themselves are images... Images constantly act on and react to one another, produce and consume. There is no difference between images, things and movement.

Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with landsurveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.

What do you know about me, given that I believe in secrecy? ... If I stick where I am, if I don't travel around, like anyone else I make my inner journeys that I can only measure by my emotions, and express very obliquely and circuitously in what I write. ... Arguments from one's own privileged experience are bad and reactionary arguments.

As for being responsible or irresponsible, we don't recognize those notions, they're for policemen and courtroom psychiatrists.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?

What is important is no longer either a signature or a number, but a code: the code is a password.

Is it not first through the voice that one becomes animal?