The Shadow Escapes From The Body Like

To Become Imperceptible Oneself, To Have Dismantled Love In Order To Become Capable Of Loving. To Have Dismantled One's Self In Order Finally To Be Alone And Meet The True Double At The Other End Of The Line. A Clandestine Passenger On A Motionless Voyage. To Become Like Everybody Else; But This, Precisely, Is A Becoming Only For One Who Knows How To Be Nobody, To No Longer Be Anybody. To Paint Oneself Gray On Gray.

It Is Not The Slumber Of Reason That Engenders Monsters, But Vigilant And Insomniac Rationality

Either It Is The Fold Of The Infinite, Or The Constant Folds [replis] Of Finitude Which Curve The Outside And Constitute The Inside.

Images Exist; Things Themselves Are Images... Images Constantly Act On And React To One Another, Produce And Consume. There Is No Difference Between Images, Things And Movement.

What Interests Us In Operations Of Striation And Smoothing Are Precisely The Passages Or Combinations: How The Forces At Work Within Space Continually Striate It, And How In The Course Of Its Striation It Develops Other Forces And Emits New Smooth Spaces.