Beauty Only Happens Once.

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

The End Approaches, But The Apocalypse Is Long Lived.

Who Ever Said That One Was Born Just Once?

The Boarding-school Experience In Paris Was Very Hard, I Didn't Put Up With It Very Well. I Was Sick All The Time, Or In Any Case Frail, On The Edge Of A Nervous Breakdown.

That Is What Deconstruction Is Made Of: Not The Mixture But The Tension Between Memory, Fidelity, The Preservation Of Something That Has Been Given To Us, And, At The Same Time, Heterogeneity, Something Absolutely New, And A Break.