...language is never innocent.

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.

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.

If I had to create a god, I would lend him a “slow understanding”: a kind of drip-by-drip understanding of problems. People who understand quickly frighten me.

The race will find that capitalists and communists modify themselves so much during the ages that they end by being indistinguishable as democrats...

Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

In age of consumerism and materialism, I traffic in blue sky and colored air.

Civilization is the order and freedom is promoting cultural activity.

I'm here as a product of process of evolution, which doesn't make very many exceptions. And which rates life relatively cheaply.

For such a small man Maradona gets great elevation on his balls

What will an angel say that the devil wants to know?

The new album is a childhood dream come true. Got to sing with Ronnie Spector, got to cover a bunch of songs that were influential in drawing a line between the punk form and original rock and roll.

The music of lovers is not generally appreciated by lovers of music.

I don't know how people can fake whole relationships... I can't even fake a hello to somebody I don't like