You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her.

And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

In truth, ideology has very little to do with 'consciousness', even supposing this term to have an unambiguous meaning. It is profoundly unconscious, even when it presents itself in a reflected form.

Ideology represents the imaginary relationship of individuals to their real conditions of existence.

Philosophy is, in the last instance, class struggle in the field of theory.

To philosophize with open eyes is to philosophize in the dark.

Only the blind can look straight at the sun.

Be modest, be respectful of others, try to understand.

What art makes us see, and therefore gives to us in the form of 'seeing', 'perceiving' and 'feeling' (which is not the form of knowing,) is the ideology from which it is born, in which it bathes, from which it detaches itself as art, and which it alludes.

Ideology... is indispensable in any society if men are to be formed, transformed and equipped to respond to the demands of their conditions of existence.

The ultimate condition of production is therefore the reproduction of the conditions of production

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

The third point is that for some time the UN has been talking about helping Afghanistan in the reconstruction of the country but there has never been any real commitment by the international community to provide resources for that.

A dialogue among civilizations can be seen as a dialogue between the individual and the universal.

She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak - the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible.

Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

In the battle that is philosophy all the techniques of war, including looting and camouflage, are permissible.

And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.

It is characteristic of ideology to impose self-evident facts as self-evident facts.

Decisive moment: the one when you will be really alone.

And it is perhaps this that makes her hesitate: not the void, but the vastness of the solitude. It's as well if you are frightened of solitude. It's a sign that you have come to the moment of your birth.

Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

Occasionally, the whole class struggle may be summed up in the struggle for one word against another word. Certain words struggle amongst themselves as enemies. Other words are the site of an ambiguity: the stake in a decisive but undecided battle

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.

Relations of production are first reproduced by the materiality of the processes of production and circulation. But it should not be forgotten that ideological relations are immediately present in these same processes.

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

One of the goals of philosophy is wage theoretical battle.

That is why we can say that every thesis is always, by its very nature, an antithesis. A thesis is only ever put forward in opposition to another thesis, or in defence of a new one.

There is also a natural and very, very strong empathy with the underdog, with people who have suffered, people who have been pushed around by foreigners in particular, but also by their own people.

But you are absolutely right that when the international community decides to help in a meaningful manner a country like Afghanistan, then coordination between the various actors that are involved in these processes is very, very difficult indeed.

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

If you are talking about terrorism, you need to sit down and understand what is making these people put dynamite around their waists and blow themselves up.

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.

In the globalized world that is ours, maybe we are moving towards a global village, but that global village brings in a lot of different people, a lot of different ideas, lots of different backgrounds, lots of different aspirations.

Yet, history has shown that if material force can defeat some ideologies it can no longer obliterate a civilization without destabilizing the whole planet.

There is a firm, clear commitment to provide resources and ideas to enable us to organize the Afghans towards starting the process of rehabilitation and reconstruction.

If the lives of men can be measured in terms of years, ideologies in decades, and nations in centuries, then the unit measuring civilizations, born of the interaction among peoples, would be the millennium.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

Somebody was asking me the other day - President Bush is now talking about freedom for the Arab world. I say, well, that's great. I was talking about that fifty years ago.

In Rwanda that genocide happened because the international community and the Security Council refused to give, again, another 5000 troops which would have cost, I don't know, maybe fifty, a hundred, million dollars.

There is a story which is not being told strongly enough of the Afghan employees of the UN inside the country who are saving hundreds of thousands of lives everyday by their bravery and nobody talks of them.

People now realize that globalization is not only for the multi-nationals and the circulation of money.

The events of September 11 and what has happened since have made people understand that even a small, distant and far away country like Afghanistan cannot be left to break up into anarchy and chaos without consequences for the whole world.

I have reaffirmed my political will to work towards national unity.

To leave Afghanistan as a playground for terrorists and adventurers was simply not possible anymore.

Afghanistan is a land-locked country.

Of course the UN brings in a lot of moral authority.

Several million people inside and outside Afghanistan are destitute and desperately in need of help.

A fly cannot go in unless it stops somewhere;

therefore weapons, fuel, food, money will not go to Afghanistan unless the neighbors of Afghanistan are working, are cooperating, either being themselves the origin or the transit.

Ideology has very little to do with 'consciousness' - it is profoundly unconscious.

What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source.

I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time.

Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.