Still Today, I Cannot Cross

We Are Given Over To Absolute Solitude. No One Can Speak With Us And No One Can Speak For Us; We Must Take It Upon Ourselves, Each Of Us Must Take It Upon Himself.

The Traditional Statement About Language Is That It Is In Itself Living, And That Writing Is The Dead Part Of Language.

Beauty Only Happens Once.

During The Fifteen Or Twenty Years In Which I Tried - It Was Not Always Easy With Publishers, Newspapers, Etc. - To Forbid Photographs, It Was Not At All In Order To Mark A Sort Of Blank, Absence, Or Disappearance Of The Image; It Was Because The Code That Dominates At Once The Production Of These Images, The Framing They Are Made To Undergo, The Social Implications (showing The Writer's Head Framed In Front His Bookshelves, The Whole Scenario) Seemed To Me To Be, First Of All, Terribly Boring, But Also Contrary To What I Am Trying To Write And To Work On.

I Never Give In To The Temptation To Be Difficult Just For The Sake Of Being Difficult. That Would Be Too Ridiculous.