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

Such a caring for death, an awakening that keeps vigil over death, a conscience that looks death in the face, is another name for freedom.

I do not believe in pure idioms. I think there is naturally a desire, for whoever speaks or writes, to sign in an idiomatic, irreplaceable manner.

Beyond the touchline there is nothing.

We are all mediators, translators.

Cinema plus Psychoanalysis equals the Science of Ghosts.

Who ever said that one was born just once?