Literature Is The Question Minus The Answer.

Henceforth I Would Have To Cosent To Combine Two Voices: The Voice Of Banality (to Say What Everyone Sees And Knows) And The Voice Of Singularity (to Replenish Such Banality With All The élan Of An Emotion Which Belonged Only To Myself).

The Photographic Image... Is A Message Without A Code.

The Text Is Not A Definitive Object.

Death Of The Father Would Deprive Literature Of Many Of Its Pleasures. If There Is No Longer A Father, Why Tell Stories? Doesn't Every Narrative Lead Back To Oedipus? Isn't Storytelling Always A Way Of Searching For One's Origin, Speaking One's Conflicts With The Law, Entering Into The Dialectic Of Tenderness And Hatred?

As A Language, Garbo's Singularity Was Of The Order Of The Concept, That Of Audrey Hepburn Is Of The Order Of The Substance; The Face Of Garbo Is An Idea, That Of Hepburn, An Event.