Everything was simple, physical, painful, exalting. The world consisted of the four elements - land and water, firepower and distancing air.

What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship -

You can go into all sorts of situations with a camera and people will think they should serve it.

I think part of the success which Structuralist or post-Structuralist thought in critical theory has had in literary studies in American universities is due to a theoretical vacuum.

Desire has no history.

Love dies because its birth was an error.

My own view is that one cannot be religious in general any more than one can speak language in general; at any given moment one speaks French or English or Swahili or Japanese, but not 'language.