In Every Case The Storyteller Is A

Language Has Unmistakably Made Plain That Memory Is Not An Instrument For Exploring The Past But Its Theater. It Is The Medium Of Past Experience, Just As The Earth Is The Medium In Which Dead Cities Lie Buried.

The Tradition Of The Oppressed Teaches Us That The "state Of Emergency" In Which We Live Is Not The Exception But The Rule.

There Is No Muse Of Philosophy, Nor Is There One Of Translation.

Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of Extreme Precariousness.

The Nourishing Fruit Of The Historically Understood Contains Time As A Precious But Tasteless Seed.