What love lays bare in me is energy.

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.

The Bravest Thing I Ever Did Was Continuing My Life When I Wanted To Die.

I deny morality as I deny alchemy.

For a man to achieve all that is demanded of him he must regard himself as greater than he is.

Everybody kind of perceives me as being angry. It's not anger, it's motivation.

When I turn the lights out, when I close my eyes, reality overcomes me, I'm living a lie.

If I don't feel right about what I'm in, I don't feel right about anything.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

Oh, if only I did nothing simply as a result of laziness.

To be happy is not the purpose for which you are placed in this world.

Every moral act of love, of mercy, and of sacrifice brings to pass the end of the world where hatred, cruelty, and selfishness reign supreme.