I Love Language As I Love Life

One Often Speaks Without Seeing, Without Knowing, Without Meaning What One Says.

I Always Dream Of A Pen That Would Be A Syringe.

Why Is It Apparently The Philosopher Who Is Expected To Be "easier" And Not Some Scientist Or Other Who Is Even More Inaccessible To The Same Readers?

The End Approaches, But The Apocalypse Is Long Lived.

An Act Of Naming Should Quite Rightly Enable Me To Call Any-thing A Self-portrait, Not Only Any Drawing, 'portrait' Or Not, But Everything That Happens To Me, That I Can Affect, Or That Affects Me.