The Sea Where Living Creatures Were At

The Sea Where Living Creatures Were At One Time Immersed Is Now Enclosed Within Their Bodies.

Photography Has A Meaning Only If It Exhausts All Possible Images.

A Classic Is A Book That Has Never Finished Saying What It Has To Say.

The Unconscious Is The Ocean Of The Unsayable, Of What Has Been Expelled From The Land Of Language, Removed As A Result Of Ancient Prohibitions.

Each New Clarice, Compact As A Living Body With Its Smells And Its Breath, Shows Off, Like A Gem, What Remains Of The Ancient Clarices, Fragmentary And Dead.