I love language as I love life itself!

I rightly pass for an atheist.

Actually, when I write, there is a feeling of necessity, of something that is stronger than myself that demands that I must write as I write.

I have always had trouble recognizing myself in the features of the intellectual playing his political role according to the screenplay that you are familiar with and whose heritage deserves to be questioned.

As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scene.

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.

The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.