Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same. More than one person, doubtless like me, writes in order to have no face.
MICHEL FOUCAULTDeath left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.
More Michel Foucault Quotes
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I don’t write a book so that it will be the final word; I write a book so that other books are possible, not necessarily written by me.
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What desire can be contrary to nature since it was given to man by nature itself?
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Islam, in the year 1978, was not the opium of the people precisely because it was the spirit of a world without spirit.
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The game is worthwhile in so far as we don’t know what will be the end.
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Knowledge is not for knowing, knowledge is for cutting.
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Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable.
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Nature, keeping only useless secrets, had placed within reach and insight of human beings the things it was necessary for them to know.
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There is no glory in punishing.
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I’m not making a problem out of a personal question; I make of a personal question an absence of a problem.
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Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.
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I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.
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You may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don’t imagine that, with all that you are saying, you will make a man that will live longer than he.
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Everything is dangerous, nothing is innocent.
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Modern man is not the man who goes off to discover himself, his secrets, and his hidden truth; he is a man who tries to invest himself.
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This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses.
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