Who Speaks Is Not Who Writes, And

Literature Is Without Proofs. By Which It Must Be Understood That It Cannot Prove, Not Only What It Says, But Even That It Is Worth The Trouble Of Saying It.

A Light Without Shadow Generates An Emotion Without Reserve.

Literature Can No Longer Be Either Mimesis Or Mathesis But Merely Semiosis, The Adventure Of What Is Impossible To Language, In A Word: Text (it Is Wrong To Say That The Notion Of 'text' Repeats The Notion Of 'literature': Literature Represents A Finite World, The Text Figures The Infinite Of Language).

Thus Every Writer's Motto Reads: Mad I Cannot Be, Sane I Do Not Deign To Be, Neurotic I Am.

Who Speaks Is Not Who Writes, And Who Writes Is Not Who Is.