Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
ROLAND BARTHESTo 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.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.
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Language is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
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It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
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The photographer, like an acrobat, must defy the laws of probability or even of possibility; at the limit, he must defy those of the interesting: the photograph becomes surprising when we do not know why it has been taken.
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This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.
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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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We can never know, for the good reason that writing is the destruction of every voice, every origin. Writing is that neuter, that composite, that obliquity into which our subject flees, the black-and-white where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.
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I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
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A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
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We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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