Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.

We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.

I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.

I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.

The Ventoux is a god of Evil, to which sacrifices must be made. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering.

What love lays bare in me is energy.

When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.