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Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.

Roland Barthes

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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Emotional Sexuality
Language is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
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Language Prevent Progression Speech
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
If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm of love, futility is not a “weakness” or an “absurdity”: it is a strong sign: the more futile, the more it signifies and the more it asserts itself as strength.)
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Acknowledge Demand Depend Myself Sign Strength Strong
To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.
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Body Eat Origin Sing Talk
Why is it better to last than to burn?
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Better Burn Last Myself
The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.
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Creation Education School
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
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading
The new is not a fashion, it is a value.
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Fashion Time Value
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Patience Power Wait
Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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Existence Language Man Position
New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.
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Abstraction Desert Height Man Reality
I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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Author Beginning Death Deep Writing

Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.

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