Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
ROLAND BARTHESThe Ventoux is a god of Evil, to which sacrifices must be made. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering.
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Every object in the world can pass from a closed, silent existence to an oral state, open to appropriation by society, for there is no law, whether natural or not, which forbids talking about things
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The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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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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Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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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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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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To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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Every exploration is an appropriation.
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Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
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The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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The Ventoux is a god of Evil, to which sacrifices must be made. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering.
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He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Thus every writer’s motto reads: mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am.
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