A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.
GILLES DELEUZEA concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.
GILLES DELEUZEThe shame of being a man – is there any better reason to write?
GILLES DELEUZEAs for being responsible or irresponsible, we don’t recognize those notions, they’re for policemen and courtroom psychiatrists.
GILLES DELEUZEThe percept is the landscape before man, in the absence of man.
GILLES DELEUZEIntuition is neither a feeling, an inspiration nor a disorderly sympathy but a fully developed method.
GILLES DELEUZEExternal images act on me, transmit movement to me, and I return movement: how could images be in my consciousness since I am myself image, that is, movement?
GILLES DELEUZECan you harness the power of drugs without them taking over, without turning into a dazed zombie?
GILLES DELEUZEPhilosophy, art, and science are not the mental objects of an objectified brain but the three aspects under which the brain becomes subject.
GILLES DELEUZEBring something incomprehensible into the world!
GILLES DELEUZEAn image of thought called philosophy has been formed historically and it effectively stops people from thinking.
GILLES DELEUZEThe aim of critique is not the ends of man or of reason but in the end the Overman, the overcome, overtaken man. The point of critique is not justification but a different way of feeling: another sensibility.
GILLES DELEUZEIn truth, Freud sees nothing and understands nothing.
GILLES DELEUZEWhat is important is no longer either a signature or a number, but a code: the code is a password.
GILLES DELEUZELet us create extraordinary words, on condition that they be put to the most ordinary use and that the entity they designate be made to exist in the same way as the most common object.
GILLES DELEUZEMy eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?
GILLES DELEUZEWhy do men fight for their servitude as stubbornly as though it were their salvation?
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