What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.

Education may well be, as of right, the instrument whereby every individual, in a society like our own, can gain access to any kind of discourse. But we well know that in its distribution, in what it permits and in what it prevents, it follows the well-trodden battle-lines of social conflict. Every educational system is a political means of maintaining or of modifying the appropriation of discourse, with the knowledge and the powers it carries with it.

I belong to that generation who, as students, had before their eyes, and were limited by, a horizon consisting of Marxism, phenomenology and existentialism. For me the break was first Beckett's Waiting for Godot, a breathtaking performance.

Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same. More than one person, doubtless like me, writes in order to have no face.

But the guilty person is only one of the targets of punishment. For punishment is directed above all at others, at all the potentially guilty.

My point is not that everything is bad, but that everything is dangerous, which is not exactly the same as bad.

Knowledge is not made for understanding; it is made for cutting.