Tout refus du langage est une mort. Any refusal of language is a death.

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.

Nobody intentionally sets out to fail or dwell in mediocrity.

Real peace goes beyond explanation.

It had never occurred to him until then to think that literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people...

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

Four years of football are calculated to breed in the average man more of the ingredients of success in life than almost any academic course he takes.

Arguing with a dead man in a lavatory is a claustrophobic experience.

Nothing seems to matter but ourselves. That's not how I was brought up. I don't recognize the country I live in anymore.

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

The best work never was and never will be done for money.

I'm doing stuff on Kaballah and Scientology and a little bit more racial stuff, for good measure.