Psychoanalysis: A Rabbit That Was Swallowed By

When I Don't Make Any Progress, It Is Because I Have Bumped Into The Wall Of Language. Then I Draw Back With A Bloody Head. And Would Like To Go On.

A Snob Is Unreliable. The Work He Praises Might Just Be Good.

Nowadays The Thief Cannot Be Distinguished From His Victim. Neither Has Any Valuable Objects On Him.

Imagination Has The Right To Feast In The Shade Of The Tree That It Turns Into A Forest.

I Don't Like To Meddle In My Private Affairs.