The writer's language is to some degree the product of his own action; he is both the historian and the agent of his own language.

Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.

If one reads too quickly or too slowly, one understands nothing.

Literature... is condemned (or privileged) to be forever the most rigorous and, consequently, the most reliable of terms in which man names and transforms himself.

Curiously enough, it seems to be only in describing a mode of language which does not mean what it says that one can actually say what one means.

Fashion is like the ashes left behind by the uniquely shaped flames of the fire, the trace alone revealing that a fire actually took place.

What we call ideology is precisely the confusion of linguistic with natural reality, of reference with phenomenalism