Language Is Neither Reactionary Nor Progressive; It

If I Had To Create A God, I Would Lend Him A “slow Understanding”: A Kind Of Drip-by-drip Understanding Of Problems. People Who Understand Quickly Frighten Me.

I Cannot Classify The Other, For The Other Is, Precisely, Unique, The Singular Image Which Has Miraculously Come To Correspond To The Speciality Of My Desire. The Other Is The Figure Of My Truth, And Cannot Be Imprisoned In Any Stereotype (which Is The Truth Of Others).

It Is No Longer The Sexual Which Is Indecent, It Is The Sentimental.

It Must Always Be Considered As Though Spoken By A Character In A Novel

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.