“I feel really assured by the fact that the women I have loved I have loved for always.”

We need to invent a non-Euclidian mathematics with respect to political discipline.

Those who have nothing have only their discipline.

Love and politics are the two great figures of social engagement.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

I am surprised to see that today everything that does not amount to surrender pure and simple to generalized capitalism.

The aesthetic process decentres the specular relation with which ideology perpetuates its closed infinity.

Love can only consist in failure…on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.

We could say that love is a tenacious adventure. The adventurous side is necessary, but equally so is the need for tenacity. To give up at the first hurdle, the first quarrel, is only to distort love. Real love is one that triumphs lastingly, sometimes painfully, over the hurdles erected by time, space and the world.

But more subtly the written press, are quite spectacular powers of unreason and ignorance.

In order to improve democracy, then, it’s necessary to change the people, as Brecht ironically proposed.

We must point out that in what concerns its material the event is not a miracle.

Without mathematics, we are blind.

For a politics of emancipation, the enemy that is to be feared most is not repression at the hands of the established order. It is the interiority of nihilism, and the unbounded cruelty that can come with its emptiness.

In order to be cured of the Plato sickness, has swallowed such doses of a relativist, vaguely skeptical, lightly spiritualist and insipidly moralist medicine, that it is in the process of gently dying, in the small bed of its supposed democratic comfort.

The aesthetic effect is certainly imaginary; but this imaginary is not the reflection of the real, since it is the real of this reflection.

We call disasters unimaginable, but all we do is imagine such things. […]

I have the Pleasure to assure you Congress pay particular Attention to the Defence of New Jersey, and hitherto have denied us nothing which we have Asked for that Purpose.

[On her recently widowed father’s much younger wife:] My father has been very busy in conjugating the verb to love, and I assure you he declines its moods and tenses inimitably.

This moment in time, on this tour, you know, I’m discovering a lot of new things. And to be 45 and doing that, it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain, I can assure you.

Let me assure you that my intent is not to offend or merely be provocative. I’m simply worried.

I go the way that Providence dictates with the assurance of a sleepwalker.

Stop doubting that you cannot do it, I assure you, you can.

Don’t assume before you are assured.