It would be wrong to say that the soul is an illusion or an ideological effect. On the contrary, it exists, it has a reality.
MICHEL FOUCAULTGovernment is the right disposition of things.
More Michel Foucault Quotes
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The court is the bureaucracy of the law. If you bureaucratize popular justice then you give it the form of a court.
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We are entering the age of infinite examination and of compulsory objectification.
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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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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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With humanity, life has ended up with a living creature that never quite finds itself in the right place, a living creature destined to wander and endlessly make mistakes.
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Visibility is a trap.
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There is no glory in punishing.
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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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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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I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am.
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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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It is meaningless to speak in the name of – or against – Reason, Truth, or Knowledge.
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Maybe the target nowadays is not to discover what we are but to refuse what we are.
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What desire can be contrary to nature since it was given to man by nature itself?
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Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells.
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