In Philosophy, You Have To Reckon With

If Things Were Simple, Word Would Have Gotten Around.

I Would Like To Write You So Simply, So Simply, So Simply. Without Having Anything Ever Catch The Eye, Excepting Yours Alone, ... So That Above All The Language Remains Self-evidently Secret, As If It Were Being Invented At Every Step, And As If It Were Burning Immediately

I Rightly Pass For An Atheist.

My Most Resolute Opponents Believe That I Am Too Visible, That I Am A Little Too Alive, That My Name Echoes Too Much In The Texts Which They Nevertheless Claim To Be Inaccessible.

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.