...language Is Never Innocent.

Don't Say Mourning. It's Too Psychoanalytic. I'm Not Mourning. I'm Suffering.

The Photographic Image... Is A Message Without A Code.

For Death Must Be Somewhere In A Society; If It Is No Longer (or Less Intensely) In Religion, It Must Be Elsewhere; Perhaps In This Image Which Produces Death While Trying To Preserve Life. Contemporary With The Withdrawal Of Rites, Photography May Correspond To The Intrusion, In Our Modern Society, Of An Asymbolic Death, Outside Of Religion, Outside Of Ritual, A Kind Of Abrupt Dive Into Literal Death.

Literature Is Like Phosphorus: It Shines With Its Maximum Brilliance And The Moment When It Attempts To Die.

Tout Refus Du Langage Est Une Mort. Any Refusal Of Language Is A Death.