The realists do not take the photograph for a 'copy' of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.

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.

Don’t quit when you encounter an obstacle. Adapt a new strategy to conquer it.

CHAOS IS THE MASTER ALL MUST BOW TO IN THE END

Even breathing is a contribution.

Like many indelible family memories, carving a pumpkin begins with someone grabbing a really sharp knife.

If you don't measure up to your expectations, realize that you should just be life without expectations.

What will they think of me? Must be put aside for bliss

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.

My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.

Hell trembles at a heaven-directed eye.

Knowledge without understanding is useless.