How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?

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.

Being a ruler is, contrary to popular notions, a calling of self-sacrifice. That is, if one wants to be a good ruler.

This is a diseased world in which it is impossible for anyone to be fully human. One way or another, everyone who lives in the modern world is sick or maladjusted.

There are many secrets

I can say infinite for you to stay, but sadly it only took one from you to break us away and us separate ways

The meaning of a word - to me - is not as exact as the meaning of a color. Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words.

I've had to learn how to say 'no' to offers.

I'm moved by contraries, by opposites, the strength that was my mother's eyes, the beauty of my father's hands.

It is incident to physicians, I am afraid, beyond all other men, to mistake subsequence for consequence.

Actions that sometimes seem mean aren’t. Rather they are done by the ones we love in order to protect us without our knowing it. (Acheron)

I want to appreciate you without judging. Join you without invading. Invite you without demanding. Leave you without guilt.