I never give in to the temptation to be difficult just for the sake of being difficult. That would be too ridiculous.
What cannot be said above all must not be silenced but written.
I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.
I say things that contradict each other, that are in real tension with each other, that compose me, that make me live, and that will make me die.
To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
Contrary to what phenomenology- which is always phenomenology of perception- has tried to make us believe, contrary to what our desire cannot fail to be tempted into believing, the thing itself always escapes.