" Never disappointed, not for lack of disappointment, but because of disappointment’s always being insufficient.

There is no solitude if it does not disrupt solitude, the better to expose the solitary to the multiple outside.

He is not excluded, but like someone who would no longer enter anywhere.

Detached from everything, including detachment.

Infinite-limited, is it you?

“I” die before being born.

In search neither of the place, nor of the formula.

Learn to think with pain.

Let us share eternity in order to make it transitory.

Fragment: beyond fracturing, or bursting, the patience of pure impatience, the little by little suddenly. -The Writing of the Disaster, "

― Maurice Blanchot , The Writing of the Disaster