Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.

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.

Packed up the Dylan and the Man Ray and the JoyceI left a note that said well I guess I got no choiceScuse me girl while I'm kicking it to the curbLeaving with all I need but less than I deserve

In the absence of organized religion, faith abounds, in the form of song and art and food and strong arms.

It takes time, hard-work and a lot of sacrifices to upgrade a Curriculum Vitae, however the day you lose your honor in the society, it will take only few seconds to make it become useless.

The motive for our actions doesn't lie ahead of us. It's something behind us that we're trying to escape.

When you can whip any man in the world, you never know peace.

If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

Telling the truth is the slow, mundane, difficult route to a meaningful life. Anything else is cheating.

I'm not so great at keeping secrets; maybe that's why no one ever tells me things.

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again.

Whatever we do lays a seed in our deepest consciousness, and one day that seed will grow.