I Always Dream Of A Pen That

Every Discourse, Even A Poetic Or Oracular Sentence, Carries With It A System Of Rules For Producing Analogous Things And Thus An Outline Of Methodology.

Actually, When I Write, There Is A Feeling Of Necessity, Of Something That Is Stronger Than Myself That Demands That I Must Write As I Write.

Each Time This Identity Announces Itself, Someone Or Something Cries: Look Out For The Trap, Youre Caught. Take Off, Get Free, Disengage Yourself.

The Only Attitude (the Only Politics--judicial, Medical, Pedagogical And So Forth) I Would Absolutely Condemn Is One Which, Directly Or Indirectly, Cuts Off The Possibility Of An Essentially Interminable Questioning, That Is, An Effective And Thus Transforming Questioning.

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.