I rightly pass for an atheist.

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.

I’m no good for anything except taking the world apart and putting it together again (and I manage the latter less and less frequently).

The blindness that opens the eye is not the one that darkens vision. Tears and not sight are the essence of the eye.

In a language, in the system of language, there are only differences. Therefore, a taxonomical operation an undertake the systematic, statistical, and classificatory inventory of a language.

It is to have a compulsive, repetitive, and nostalgic desire for the archive, an irrepressible desire to return to the origin, a homesickness, a nostalgia for the return to the most archaic place of absolute commencement

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