The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

Even if we're in a state of hopelessness, a sense of expectation is an integral part of our relationship to time. Hopelessness is possible only because we do hope that some good, loving someone could come. If that's what Heidegger meant, then I agree with him.

Why is it apparently the philosopher who is expected to be "easier" and not some scientist or other who is even more inaccessible to the same readers?

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

If things were simple, word would have gotten around.

I believe in the value of the book, which keeps something irreplaceable, and in the necessity of fighting to secure its respect.

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.