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

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.

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.

A text is not a text unless it hides from the first comer, from the first glance, the law of its composition and the rules of its game. A text remains, moreover, forever imperceptible. Its laws and rules are not, however, harbored in the inaccessibility of a secret; it is simply that they can never be booked, in the present, into anything that could rigorously be called a perception.

If things were simple, word would have gotten around.

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

Survival in the conventional sense of the term means to continue to live, but also to live after death.