“We who are lost love you to in each.”

“There were cries, screech , it weep.The rest weep from we, who emerge.There was one wall of weeping. And we have parted with you.”

“There are persons who can speak no more, whose very names have vanished. Yet a name excised from the verge where it once lived still casts its sound on all who sleep there and enters their throats.”

“People who are making sense are just making me laugh, is all.”

“That there is a before-speaking, that we did not always speak.”

“If experience requires entry into language, then we cannot experience death, for language ceases. There is no remnant.”

“this responsibility for the death of my (m)other, is a significance so irreducible that it is from it that the meaning ofdeath may be understood. Responsibility here is no dictate but all the gravity of love of the neighbour upon which the congenital meaning of that word loverests and which every literary form of its sublimation or profanation(I, je, eu) presupposes.”