Love Is Born At First Sight; The

The Whole Motley Confusion Of Acts, Omissions, Regrets And Hopes Which Is The Life Of Each One Of Us Finds In Death, Not Meaning Or Explanation, But An End.

Loving Means Getting Rid Of Names.

To Fight Evil Is To Fight Ourselves.

When A Society Decays, It Is Language That Is First To Become Gangrenous. As A Result, Social Criticism Begins With Grammar And The Re-establishing Of Meanings

Beyond Myself, Somewhere, I Wait For My Arrival.