Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.

And now, if we try to assign a value, in and of itself, outside its relations to the dream and with error, to classical unreason, we must understand it not as reason diseased, or as reason lost or alienated, but quite simply as reason dazzled.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body

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.

What is peculiar to modern societies is not that they consigned sex to a shadow existence, but that they dedicated themselves to speaking of it ad infinitum, while exploiting it as the secret.

There is not one but many silences, and they are an integral part of the strategies that underlie and permeate discourses.