I Rightly Pass For An Atheist.

A Text Is Not A Text Unless It Hides From The First Comer, From The First Glance, The Law Of Its Composition And The Rules Of Its Game. A Text Remains, Moreover, Forever Imperceptible. Its Laws And Rules Are Not, However, Harbored In The Inaccessibility Of A Secret; It Is Simply That They Can Never Be Booked, In The Present, Into Anything That Could Rigorously Be Called A Perception.

We Are All Mediators, Translators.

No One Gets Angry At A Mathematician Or A Physicist Whom He Or She Doesn't Understand, Or At Someone Who Speaks A Foreign Language, But Rather At Someone Who Tampers With Your Own Language.

I’m No Good For Anything Except Taking The World Apart And Putting It Together Again (and I Manage The Latter Less And Less Frequently).

I Always Dream Of A Pen That Would Be A Syringe.