What Cannot Be Said Above All Must

I Have Always Had School Sickness, As Others Have Seasickness. I Cried When It Was Time To Go Back To School Long After I Was Old Enough To Be Ashamed Of Such Behavior.

Everything Is Arranged So That It Be This Way, This Is What Is Called Culture.

I Would Like To Write You So Simply, So Simply, So Simply. Without Having Anything Ever Catch The Eye, Excepting Yours Alone, ... So That Above All The Language Remains Self-evidently Secret, As If It Were Being Invented At Every Step, And As If It Were Burning Immediately

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

The Circle Of The Return To Birth Can Only Remain Open, But This Is A Chance, A Sign Of Life, And A Wound.