The Petit-bourgeois Is A Man Unable To

The Realists Do Not Take The Photograph For A 'copy' Of Reality, But For An Emanation Of Past Reality, A Magic, Not An Art.

The Text You Write Must Prove To Me That It Desires Me. This Proof Exists: It Is Writing. Writing Is: The Science Of The Various Blisses Of Language, Its Kama Sutra (this Science Has But One Treatise: Writing Itself).

A Picture Is Never Anything But Its Own Plural Description.

I Am Interested In Language Because It Wounds Or Seduces Me.

One Must Turn The Tongue Seven Times In The Mouth Before Speaking.