Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.

Gender is not something that one is, it is something one does, an act… a doing rather than a being.

I do not follow closely anymore, since there is a limit to how much heartsickness one can bear.

War begets war. It produces outraged and humiliated and furious people. That is almost invariably the case.

It is true that one was not allowed at the time to really ask, what would lead people to do this, from what sense of political outrage or injury? And in that way, the possibility of sympathetic identification was foreclosed. That does not mean that some people took quiet pleasure in certain icons of US capitalism coming down, even though they would oppose such action on moral and political grounds.

A certain kind of permission is given to live differently, to conceptualize and to act according to a new conceptualization.

I have simply taken some of the same questions and reposed them in new ways. But, you see, I must live. Right? I mean I can't stay the same for everyone to be consumed as the author of "Gender trouble". I have to continue to live and that means I have to "reposer les questions".