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To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.

Roland Barthes

What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
The realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.
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Art Magic Photography Reality
Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.
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Bliss Image Knowledge Mythology World
Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
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Literature Poet Talk Writing
I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Patience Power Wait
Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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Fear Photography Scare Thinking
Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.
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Desire Disappointment Pleasure Rival Truth
He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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Himself Life Reading Story
I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
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Body Desire Life Love Myself
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
Why is it better to last than to burn?
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Better Burn Last Myself
What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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Existence Oneself Repeat Reproduction
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott’s psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.
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Children Death Fear Mom Myself Patient Photography
A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
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Invisible Photograph See

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