To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
What cannot be said above all must not be silenced but written.
Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘Here are our monsters,’ without immediately turning the monsters into pets.
Er is niets buiten de tekst.
The blindness that opens the eye is not the one that darkens vision. Tears and not sight are the essence of the eye.
Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.
I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.
I say things that contradict each other, that are in real tension with each other, that compose me, that make me live, and that will make me die.
I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.
If things were simple, word would have gotten around.
I was wondering myself where I am going. So I would answer you by saying, first, that I am trying, precisely, to put myself at a point so that I do not know any longer where I am going.
If I only did what I can do, I wouldn’t do anything.
Contrary to what phenomenology- which is always phenomenology of perception- has tried to make us believe, contrary to what our desire cannot fail to be tempted into believing, the thing itself always escapes.
We are all mediators, translators.
I speak only one language, and it is not my own.
Everything is arranged so that it be this way, this is what is called culture.
The end approaches, but the apocalypse is long lived.
Surviving – that is the other name of a mourning whose possibility is never to be awaited.