Literature is a genre which plays a role in forming the reflexive consciousness essential for freedom.
Literature is a form which provides us with the very attractive illusion that there is meaning in the world and that things connect.
Literature is a fantasy, no less absorbing for all its irrelevance. It is a parallel life, as dreams shadow waking but never intersect it.
Literature is a manifestation of a language which has no other law than that of affirming in opposition to all other forms of discourse its own precipitous existence.
Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.
Literature is a fragment of a fragment of all that ever happened, or has been said, and of this small fraction only a fraction still remains.