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.

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

I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.

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

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.

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

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