Each time this identity announces itself, someone or something cries: Look out for the trap, youre caught. Take off, get free, disengage yourself.

Certain readers resented me when they could no longer recognize their territory, their institution.

My most resolute opponents believe that I am too visible, that I am a little too alive, that my name echoes too much in the texts which they nevertheless claim to be inaccessible.

In philosophy, you have to reckon with the implicit level of an accumulated reserve, and thus with a very great number of relays, with the shared responsibility of these relays.

I believe in the value of the book, which keeps something irreplaceable, and in the necessity of fighting to secure its respect.

I never give in to the temptation to be difficult just for the sake of being difficult. That would be too ridiculous.

I love language as I love life itself!