There Is Nothing Outside Of The Text.

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.

I Love Language As I Love Life Itself!

Circumcision , That's All I've Ever Talked About.

Each Time This Identity Announces Itself, Someone Or Something Cries: Look Out For The Trap, Youre Caught. Take Off, Get Free, Disengage Yourself.

That Is What Deconstruction Is Made Of: Not The Mixture But The Tension Between Memory, Fidelity, The Preservation Of Something That Has Been Given To Us, And, At The Same Time, Heterogeneity, Something Absolutely New, And A Break.