There is nothing outside the text

No one will ever know from what secret I am writing and the fact that I say so changes nothing.

These years of the Ecole Normale were an ordeal. Nothing was handed to me on the first try.

Whatever precautions you take so the photograph will look like this or that, there comes a moment when the photograph surprises you. It is the other's gaze that wins out and decides.

Actually, when I write, there is a feeling of necessity, of something that is stronger than myself that demands that I must write as I write.

The trace I leave to me means at once my death, to come or already come, and the hope that it will survive me. It is not an ambition of immortality; it is fundamental. I leave here a bit of paper, I leave, I die; it is impossible to exit this structure; it is the unchanging form of my life. Every time I let something go, I live my death in writing.

One often speaks without seeing, without knowing, without meaning what one says.