The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

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.

Every child deserves a home and love. Period.

You can be fat and still be sexy . It all depends on how you feel about yourself

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

Imagination is more robust in proportion as reasoning power is weak.

She tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

There is an emergent enlightenment appearing today, unique to no particular culture or ethnicity. Anyone who chooses to be, is its conduit.

The Jewish press in the USA is solely responsible for our poor publicity.

My own feeling is that human happiness is a very random thing, and bestows itself willy-nilly, and there's not much deserving about the matter.

There can be no doubt that the systematic hostility of the courts to religion has lowered the prestige of religion in the public mind.

As artists, we bear the charge of signalling, guiding, communicating and inspiriting change.