The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition... always new books, new programs, new films, news items, but always the same meaning.
I think that cars today are almost the exact equivalent of the great Gothic cathedrals; I mean the supreme creation of an era, conceived with passion by unknown artists, and consumed in image if not in usage by a whole population which appropriates them as a purely magical object.
There is nothing in discourse that is not to be found in a sentence.
I want to be both pathetic and admirable, I want to be at the same time a child and an adult. Thereby I gamble, I take a risk: for it is always possible that the other will simply ask no question whatever about these unaccustomed glasses; that the other will see, in the fact, no sign.
Le langage est une peau: je frotte mon langage contre l’autre.
Absence is the figure of privation; simultaneously, I desire and I need. Desire is squashed against need: that is the obsessive phenomenon of all amorous sentiment.
Incoherence seems to me preferable to a distorting order.
Engulfment is a moment of hypnosis.