The morality of customs,the spirit of the laws, produces the man emancipated from the law.

The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.

Underneath all reason lies delirium and drift.

A creator is someone who creates their own impossibilities, and thereby creates possibilities.

In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side - there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return.

Something in the world forces us to think. This something is an object not of recognition but of a fundamental encounter.

The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering.