I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.

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

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

Each time this identity announces itself, someone or something cries: Look out for the trap, youre caught. Take off, get free, disengage yourself.

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

I was wondering myself where I am going. So I would answer you by saying, first, that I am trying, precisely, to put myself at a point so that I do not know any longer where I am going.

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