We Have The Riots We Deserve.

We Must Point Out That In What Concerns Its Material The Event Is Not A Miracle. What I Mean Is That What Composes An Event Is Always Extracted From A Situation, Always Related Back To A Singular Multiplicity, To Its State, To The Language That Is Connected To It, Etc. In Fact, So As Not To Succumb To An Obscurantist Theory Of Creation Ex Nihilo, We Must Accept That An Event Is Nothing But A Part Of A Given Situation, Nothing But A Fragment Of Being.

We Know That Communism Is The Right Hypothesis. All Those Who Abandon This Hypothesis Immediately Resign Themselves To The Market Economy, To Parliamentary Democracy-the Form Of State Suited To Capitalism-and To The Inevitable And 'natural' Character Of The Most Monstrous Inequalities.

Love Without Risk Is An Impossibility, Like War Without Death.

It Is Thus Quite Simply False That Whereof One Cannot Speak (in The Sense Of 'there Is Nothing To Say About It That Specifies It And Grants It Separating Properties'), Thereof One Must Be Silent. It Must On The Contrary Be Named.

There Is A Kind Of Serenity In Love Which Is Almost A Paradise.