Every photograph is a certificate of presence.

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

...language is never innocent.

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.

The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.

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

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

The skyscraper establishes the block, the block creates the street, the street offers itself to man.

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

The photographic image... is a message without a code.

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

He blinked at the sun and dreamt that perhaps he might snare it and spare it as it went down to its resting place amidst the distant hills.

I'm pretty positive, optimistic, so I always expect the best.

Doing something right once in a while will far surpass anything done wrong more often.

Who would you be without your story?

For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.

People can tell the truth much more freely when they're apparently lying.

Fathers and sons are much more considerate of one another than mothers and daughters.

An ostentatious man will rather relate a blunder or an absurdity he has committed, than be debarred from talking of his own dear person.

I always wish I could go back and see the people that I love as children.