Things Never Pass Where You Think, Nor

To Become Imperceptible Oneself, To Have Dismantled Love In Order To Become Capable Of Loving. To Have Dismantled One's Self In Order Finally To Be Alone And Meet The True Double At The Other End Of The Line. A Clandestine Passenger On A Motionless Voyage. To Become Like Everybody Else; But This, Precisely, Is A Becoming Only For One Who Knows How To Be Nobody, To No Longer Be Anybody. To Paint Oneself Gray On Gray.

Why Do Men Fight For Their Servitude As Stubbornly As Though It Were Their Salvation?

Psychoanalysts Are Bent On Producing Man Abstractly, That Is To Say Ideologically, For Culture. It Is Oedipus Who Produces Man In This Fashion And Who Gives A Structure To The False Movement Of Infinite Progression And Regression

A Creator Is Someone Who Creates Their Own Impossibilities, And Thereby Creates Possibilities.

Writing Has Nothing To Do With Meaning. It Has To Do With Landsurveying And Cartography, Including The Mapping Of Countries Yet To Come.