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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.

Roland Barthes

Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
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Absence Myself Responsibility World
Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language – the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.
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I Love You Language Lose Myself Point
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
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Interesting Language Myself Seduce Wound
The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!
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Children Poem Poetry Reproduction Subject
All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.
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Death Determination Photography Young
Thus every writer’s motto reads: mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am.
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Design Myself Reading Writing
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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Excession Language Love Try Writing
Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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Fear Photography Scare Thinking
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Fatal Identify Love Myself Oneself Wait
I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
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Body Desire Life Love Myself
A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
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Emotion Light Reserve Shadow
The realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.
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Art Magic Photography Reality
The politician being interviewed clearly takes a great deal of trouble to imagine an ending to his sentence: and if he stopped short? His entire policy would be jeopardized!
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Himself Imagination Policy Politics Trouble
The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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Creation Life Meaning

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