If I Only Did What I Can

I Say Things That Contradict Each Other, That Are In Real Tension With Each Other, That Compose Me, That Make Me Live, And That Will Make Me Die.

There Is Nothing Outside The Text

Certain Readers Resented Me When They Could No Longer Recognize Their Territory, Their Institution.

It Is To Have A Compulsive, Repetitive, And Nostalgic Desire For The Archive, An Irrepressible Desire To Return To The Origin, A Homesickness, A Nostalgia For The Return To The Most Archaic Place Of Absolute Commencement

The Only Attitude (the Only Politics--judicial, Medical, Pedagogical And So Forth) I Would Absolutely Condemn Is One Which, Directly Or Indirectly, Cuts Off The Possibility Of An Essentially Interminable Questioning, That Is, An Effective And Thus Transforming Questioning.