External images act on me, transmit movement to me, and I return movement: how could images be in my consciousness since I am myself image, that is, movement?

There's no need to fear or hope, but only to look for new weapons.

To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one's self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. To paint oneself gray on gray.

I believe strongly that philosophy has nothing to do with specialists.

Write, form a rhizome, increase your territory by deterritorialization, extend the line of flight to the point where it becomes an abstract machine covering the entire plane of consistency.

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

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