"I think it’s important to destroy “big” notions like woman, homosexual…
Things are never that simple. When they’re reduced to
black-white, male-female categories, there’s an ulterior motive, a binary-reductionist operation meant to subjugate them. For example, you cannot qualify a love univocally. Love in Proust is never specifically homosexual. It always has a shizoid, paranoid component, a becoming-plant, a becoming-woman, a becoming-music."