For A Politics Of Emancipation, The Enemy

All Resistance Is A Rupture With What Is. And Every Rupture Begins, For Those Engaged In It, Through A Rupture With Oneself.

Love Without Risk Is An Impossibility, Like War Without Death.

We Could Say That Love Is A Tenacious Adventure. The Adventurous Side Is Necessary, But Equally So Is The Need For Tenacity. To Give Up At The First Hurdle, The First Quarrel, Is Only To Distort Love. Real Love Is One That Triumphs Lastingly, Sometimes Painfully, Over The Hurdles Erected By Time, Space And The World.

There Is No Ethics In General. There Are Only-eventually-ethics Of Processes By Which We Treat The Possibilities Of A Situation.

It Is Thus Quite Simply False That Whereof One Cannot Speak (in The Sense Of 'there Is Nothing To Say About It That Specifies It And Grants It Separating Properties'), Thereof One Must Be Silent. It Must On The Contrary Be Named.