To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you th….

The Text is plural. Which is not simply to say that it has several meanings, but that it accomplishes the very plural of meaning: an irreducible (and….

This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival..

The petit-bourgeois is a man unable to imagine the Other. If he comes face to face with him, he blinds himself, ignores and denies him, or else trans….

To eat steak rare . . . represents both a nature and a morality..

The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture..

In an initial period, Photography, in order to surprise, photographs the notable; but soon, by a familiar reversal, it decrees notable whatever it ph….

Le langage est une peau: je frotte mon langage contre l'autre. Language is a skin; I rub my language against another language..

Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks..

New York... is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Met….

Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myse….

The incapacity to name is a good symptom of disturbance..

Tout refus du langage est une mort. Any refusal of language is a death..

The realists do not take the photograph for a 'copy' of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art..

All official institutions of language are repeating machines: school, sports, advertising, popular songs, news, all continually repeat the same struc….

The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author..

It is as if the Photograph always carries its referent with itself, both affected by the same amorous or funereal immobility, at the very heart of th….

Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no "erogenous zone….

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits..

I want to be both pathetic and admirable, I want to be at the same time a child and an adult. Thereby I gamble, I take a risk: for it is always possi….

It is said that mourning, by its gradual labour, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me, Time eliminates the emotion ….