I Love Language As I Love Life

The Boarding-school Experience In Paris Was Very Hard, I Didn't Put Up With It Very Well. I Was Sick All The Time, Or In Any Case Frail, On The Edge Of A Nervous Breakdown.

Deconstruction Never Had Meaning Or Interest, At Least In My Eyes, Than As A Radicalization, That Is To Say, Also Within The Tradition Of A Certain Marxism, In A Certain Spirit Of Marxism.

I Became The Stage For The Great Argument Between Nietzsche And Rousseau. I Was The Extra Ready To Take On All The Roles.

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.

I Do Not Believe In Pure Idioms. I Think There Is Naturally A Desire, For Whoever Speaks Or Writes, To Sign In An Idiomatic, Irreplaceable Manner.