It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.

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.

Blessed are the peacemakers? Billed are the warmongers, and then you shall have peace.

Just don't be afraid of your mistakes because those mistakes can be the best way how to learn to do it right.

Like fashion, torture comes in a variety of styles.

WE CONTINUE TO DWELL AMONG THE LIVING AFTER WE DIE. WE LIVE ON IN MINDS, HEARTS AND LIPS.

Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.

I will splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it into the winds.

Our heart's desire should be to worship God; we have been designed by God for this purpose. If we don't worship God, we'll worship something or someone else.

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

As usual, the sock yarns have no idea what is going on.

Donald Trump seems to prefer people he sees as being on his side.