At Every Moment, Step By

I Belong To That Generation Who, As Students, Had Before Their Eyes, And Were Limited By, A Horizon Consisting Of Marxism, Phenomenology And Existentialism. For Me The Break Was First Beckett's Waiting For Godot, A Breathtaking Performance.

Do Not Ask Who I Am And Do Not Ask Me To Remain The Same: Leave It To Our Bureaucrats And Our Police To See That Our Papers Are In Order. At Least Spare Us Their Morality When We Write.

In The Middle Ages And The Renaissance, Man's Dispute With Madness Was Dramatic Debate In Which He Confronted The Secret Powers Of The World; The Experience Of Madness Was Clouded By Images Of The Fall And The Will Of God, Of The Beast And The Metamorphosis, And Of All The Marvelous Secrets Of Knowledge

The Soul Is The Prison Of The Body.

A Real Subjection Is Born Mechanically From A Fictitious Relation [...] He Who Is Subjected To A Field Of Visibility, And Who Knows It, Assumes Responsibility For The Constraints Of Power; He Makes Them Play Spontaneously Upon Himself; He Inscribed In Himself The Power Relation In Which He Simultaneously Plays Both Roles; He Becomes The Principle Of His Own Subjection.