If I Only Did What I Can

In Algeria, I Had Begun To Get Into Literature And Philosophy. I Dreamed Of Writing-and Already Models Were Instructing The Dream, A Certain Language Governed It.

Surviving - That Is The Other Name Of A Mourning Whose Possibility Is Never To Be Awaited.

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.

In Philosophy, You Have To Reckon With The Implicit Level Of An Accumulated Reserve, And Thus With A Very Great Number Of Relays, With The Shared Responsibility Of These Relays.

I Love Language As I Love Life Itself!