We Are All Mediators, Translators.

I Wrote Some Bad Poetry That I Published In North African Journals, But Even As I Withdrew Into This Reading, I Also Led The Life Of A Kind Of Young Hooligan.

Learning To Live Ought To Mean Learning To Die - To Acknowledge, To Accept, An Absolute Mortality - Without Positive Outcome,or Resurrection, Or Redemption, For Oneself Or For Anyone Else. That Has Been The Old Philosophical Injunction Since Plato: To Be A Philosopher Is To Learn How To Die.

The Blindness That Opens The Eye Is Not The One That Darkens Vision. Tears And Not Sight Are The Essence Of The Eye.

I Rightly Pass For An Atheist.

There Is Nothing Outside Of The Text. [fr., Il N'y A Pas De Hors-texte.]