It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
ROLAND BARTHESEvery new Fashion is a refusal to inherit, a subversion against the oppression of the preceding Fashion; Fashion experiences itself as a Right, the natural right of the present over the past.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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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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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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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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To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.
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The photographic image is a message without a code.
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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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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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If I had to create a god, I would lend him a “slow understanding”: a kind of drip-by-drip understanding of problems. People who understand quickly frighten me.
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Every photograph is a certificate of presence.
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A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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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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The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.
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