Information can tell us everything. It has all the answers. But they are answers to questions we have not asked, and which doubtless don't even arise.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

At the heart of pornography is sexuality haunted by its own disappearance.

Power floats like money, like language, like theory.

Postmodernity is the simultaneity of the destruction of earlier values and their reconstruction. It is renovation within ruination.

Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.

One of the pleasures of travel is to dive into places where others are compelled to live and come out unscathed, full of the malicious pleasure of abandoning them to their fate.