Living is already having been born, in a condition we have not chosen, a situation in which we find ourselves, a quarter of the universe in which we may feel we have been thrown and are wandering, lost. And yet it is against this background that we can begin, that is to say, give a new course to things.

Hope, insofar as it is hope of resurrection, is the living contradiction of what it proceeds from and what is placed under the sign of the Cross and death.

Beyond the desert of criticism, we wish to be called again.

Narrative identity takes part in the story's movement, in the dialectic between order and disorder

Testimony gives something to be interpreted.

Wisdom finds its literary expression in wisdom literature.

If the Resurrection is resurrection from the dead, all hope and freedom are in spite of death.