I Love Language As I Love Life

I Wrote Some Bad Poetry That I Published In North African Journals, But Even As I Withdrew Into This Reading, I Also Led The Life Of A Kind Of Young Hooligan.

Certain Readers Resented Me When They Could No Longer Recognize Their Territory, Their Institution.

I Speak Only One Language, And It Is Not My Own.

We Are Given Over To Absolute Solitude. No One Can Speak With Us And No One Can Speak For Us; We Must Take It Upon Ourselves, Each Of Us Must Take It Upon Himself.

Whatever Precautions You Take So The Photograph Will Look Like This Or That, There Comes A Moment When The Photograph Surprises You. It Is The Other's Gaze That Wins Out And Decides.