I Love Language As I Love Life

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

Contrary To What Phenomenology- Which Is Always Phenomenology Of Perception- Has Tried To Make Us Believe, Contrary To What Our Desire Cannot Fail To Be Tempted Into Believing, The Thing Itself Always Escapes.

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 Say Things That Contradict Each Other, That Are In Real Tension With Each Other, That Compose Me, That Make Me Live, And That Will Make Me Die.

Who Ever Said That One Was Born Just Once?