“Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.”

“Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.”

“Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.”

“But now that she had achieved knighthood, and thought and acted as she wanted and decided, for one has to act in this way in order to save this world, she neither noticed nor cared that all the people around her thought she was insane.”

“There must be a secret hidden in this book or else you wouldn't bother to read it”

“I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.”

“Meanwhile the temperature is getting hotter and hotter so no one can think clearly. No one perceives. No one cares. Insane madness come out like life is a terrific party.”

“I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.”

“It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.”

“What other knowledge will my solitude and muteness bring? What other worlds?”

“Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.”

“Every angel is terrifying.Through the darkness, they move silently...I will go down into death with you.I must go where I must goTo see what I must seeIn that place where no one knows...... This is where love is taking me.You have been leadingMe, angels, in and out of death.I have no idea who you are.Eurydice. Is she nothingOr is she your mirror?I don't know anymore.I am at war.Perhaps that which is given - Being human - Is too hard,And so it is love that brings us,To what cannot be born,To ourselves,And so we must change,Must descend, guided by love, into the unknown.Lovers disappear in each other.Do they disappear forever?Where do they go?”