The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This:

The Incapacity To Name Is A Good Symptom Of Disturbance.

We Can Never Know, For The Good Reason That Writing Is The Destruction Of Every Voice, Every Origin. Writing Is That Neuter, That Composite, That Obliquity Into Which Our Subject Flees, The Black-and-white Where All Identity Is Lost, Beginning With The Very Identity Of The Body That Writes.

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?

It Is No Longer The Sexual Which Is Indecent, It Is The Sentimental.

Every New Fashion Is A Refusal To Inherit, A Subversion Against The Oppression Of The Preceding Fashion; Fashion Experiences Itself As A Right, The Natural Right Of The Present Over The Past.