The Text Is Not A Definitive Object.

If I Acknowledge My Dependency, I Do So Because For Me It Is A Means Of Signifying My Demand: In The Realm Of Love, Futility Is Not A "weakness" Or An "absurdity": It Is A Strong Sign: The More Futile, The More It Signifies And The More It Asserts Itself As Strength.)

Tout Refus Du Langage Est Une Mort. Any Refusal Of Language Is A Death.

Someone Tells Me: This Kind Of Love Is Not Viable. But How Can You Evaluate Viability? Why Is The Viable A Good Thing? Why Is It Better To Last Than To Burn?

One Day, Quite Some Time Ago, I Happened On A Photograph Of Napoleon’s Youngest Brother, Jerome, Taken In 1852. And I Realized Then, With An Amazement I Have Not Been Able To Lessen Since: ‘i Am Looking At Eyes That Looked At The Emperor.’ Sometimes I Would Mention This Amazement, But Since No One Seemed To Share It, Nor Even To Understand It (life Consists Of These Little Touches Of Solitude), I Forgot About It.

Each Of Us Has His Own Rhythm Of Suffering.