Each Time This Identity Announces Itself, Someone

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

I Believe In The Value Of The Book, Which Keeps Something Irreplaceable, And In The Necessity Of Fighting To Secure Its Respect.

I Always Dream Of A Pen That Would Be A Syringe.

No One Gets Angry At A Mathematician Or A Physicist Whom He Or She Doesn't Understand, Or At Someone Who Speaks A Foreign Language, But Rather At Someone Who Tampers With Your Own Language.

The End Approaches, But The Apocalypse Is Long Lived.