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To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought?

Roland Barthes

The art of living has no history: it does not evolve: the pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.
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Art History Live Mutation Pleasure
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
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
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Excession Language Love Try Writing
Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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Architecture Convenience Dreams Function Instrument
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
The new is not a fashion, it is a value.
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Fashion Time Value
Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
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Failure Obligation Reading Story
Every photograph is a certificate of presence.
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Camera Certificate Photograph Presence
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 have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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Fun Life Myself Possible Pretty Professional
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
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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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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Creation Life Meaning
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
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
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

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