I Speak Only One Language, And It

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.

There Is No Rigorous And Effective Deconstruction Without The Faithful Memory Of Philosophies And Literatures, Without The Respectful And Competent Reading Of Texts Of The Past, As Well As Singular Works Of Our Own Time. Deconstruction Is Also A Certain Thinking About Tradition And Context. Mark Taylor Evokes This With Great Clarity In The Course Of A Remarkable Introduction. He Reconstitutes A Set Of Premises Without Which No Deconstruction Could Have Seen The Light Of Day.

The Poet…is The Man Of Metaphor: While The Philosopher Is Interested Only In The Truth Of Meaning, Beyond Even Signs And Names, And The Sophist Manipulates Empty Signs…the Poet Plays On The Multiplicity Of Signifieds.

An Act Of Naming Should Quite Rightly Enable Me To Call Any-thing A Self-portrait, Not Only Any Drawing, 'portrait' Or Not, But Everything That Happens To Me, That I Can Affect, Or That Affects Me.

Psychoanalysis Has Taught That The Dead – A Dead Parent, For Example – Can Be More Alive For Us, More Powerful, More Scary, Than The Living. It Is The Question Of Ghosts.