All memory can do is scream for touch.

The personal interiorization of the practice of humiliation is called humility.

There's a point at which when I start to know a man well--this isn't true of women--I wonder whether there's something in him that's evil. Something that's pure and can't be touched. This quality of evil may be related to the quality of artistry, for an artist has the same characteristics.

Culture is that which falsifies.

Dreams are manifestations of identities.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

I'm very staid compared to my students, actually.