Death Left Its Old Tragic Heaven And

I Don't Feel That It Is Necessary To Know Exactly What I Am. The Main Interest In Life And Work Is To Become Someone Else That You Were Not In The Beginning.

I Don't Write A Book So That It Will Be The Final Word; I Write A Book So That Other Books Are Possible, Not Necessarily Written By Me.

What Is Peculiar To Modern Societies Is Not That They Consigned Sex To A Shadow Existence, But That They Dedicated Themselves To Speaking Of It Ad Infinitum, While Exploiting It As The Secret.

Madness, In Its Wild, Untamable Words, Proclaims Its Own Meaning; In Its Chimeras, It Utters Its Secret Truth.

As The Archaeology Of Our Thought Easily Shows, Man Is An Invention Of Recent Date. And One Perhaps Nearing Its End.