SOURCE: “I'm Going to Have to Wander All Alone,” in Philosophy Today, Vol. 42, No. 1, Spring, 1998, pp. 3-5.

In the following review, Derrida reflects on his friendship with Deleuze and offers an appreciation of his accomplishments.

So much to say, and I don't have the heart for it today. So much to say about what has happened to us, about what has happened to me too, with the death of Gilles Deleuze; so much to say about what happens with a death that was undoubtedly feared—we knew he was very ill—but yet so much to say about what happens with this death, this unimaginable image which in any event would still hollow out, if it were possible, the sad infinity of another event. More than anything else, Deleuze the thinker is the thinker of the event and always of this event in particular. From beginning to end...