The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs…the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds.

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

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

I became the stage for the great argument between Nietzsche and Rousseau. I was the extra ready to take on all the roles.

Surviving - that is the other name of a mourning whose possibility is never to be awaited.

Cinema plus Psychoanalysis equals the Science of Ghosts.

I speak only one language, and it is not my own.