Beyond The Touchline There Is Nothing.

Everything Is Arranged So That It Be This Way, This Is What Is Called Culture.

I Always Dream Of A Pen That Would Be A Syringe.

These Critics Organize And Practice In My Case A Sort Of Obsessive Personality Cult Which Philosophers Should Know How To Question And Above All, To Moderate.

Still Today, I Cannot Cross The Threshold Of A Teaching Institution Without Physical Symptoms, In My Chest And My Stomach, Of Discomfort Or Anxiety. And Yet I Have Never Left School.

Monsters Cannot Be Announced. One Cannot Say: 'here Are Our Monsters,' Without Immediately Turning The Monsters Into Pets.