In Matters Of Feeling And Of The

That Is The Dream Of All Novelists-that One Of Their Characters Will Become 'somebody.'

A Human Being Is A Being Who Is Constantly 'under Construction,' But Also, In A Parallel Fashion, Always In A State Of Constant Destruction.

Inside Us There Is Something That Has No Name, That Something Is What We Are.

We Are Finally Living In Plato's Cave, If We Consider How Those Who Were Imprisoned Within The Cave - Who Could Do Nothing But Watch Those Shadows Passing On The Back Wall - Were Convinced That Those Shadows Were Their One And Only Reality. I See A Profound Similarity To All This In The Epoch We're Now Living In. We No Longer Live Simply Through Images: We Live Through Images That Don't Even Exist, Which Are The Result Not Of Physical Projection But Of Pure Virtuality.

Look What Happened With The Employment Law In France-the Law Was Withdrawn Because The People Marched In The Streets. I Think What We Need Is A Global Protest Movement Of People Who Won't Give Up.