Watching I Watch Myself, What I See

A Civilization That Denies Death Ends By Denying Life.

I Thought That The World Was A Vast System Of Signs, A Conversation Between Giant Beings. My Actions, The Cricket's Saw, The Star's Blink, Were Nothing But Pauses And Syllables, Scattered Phrases From That Dialogue. What Word Could It Be, Of Which I Was Only A Syllable? Who Speaks The Word? To Whom Is It Spoken?

What Distinguishes Modern Art From The Art Of Other Ages Is Criticism.

Light Is Time Thinking About Itself.

Self-discovery Is Above All The Realization That We Are Alone.