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I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.

Roland Barthes

Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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Author Beginning Death Deep Writing
The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself).
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Bliss Desire Language Oneself Science Writing
I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
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Arrival Lose Myself Time
The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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Forget Lover Memories Strain Time
This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.
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Absence Condition Endurance Faith Myself Survival
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
Language is never innocent.
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Innocent Language One Liner
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
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Failure Obligation Reading Story
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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Description Photograph Plural
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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Character Consider Myself Novel
To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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Food Moral Rare Representation
Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.
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Essence Hell Heroes High Place

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