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The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).

Roland Barthes

Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
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Failure Obligation Reading Story
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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Evil Forgiveness God Ourselves Suffering Weakness
It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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Character Consider Myself Novel
Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.
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Desire Disappointment Pleasure Rival Truth
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm of love, futility is not a “weakness” or an “absurdity”: it is a strong sign: the more futile, the more it signifies and the more it asserts itself as strength.)
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Acknowledge Demand Depend Myself Sign Strength Strong
Every 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.
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Experience Fashion Past Present Refusal
Every exploration is an appropriation.
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Appropriate Exploration
The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.
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Creation Education School
A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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Description Photograph Plural
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
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Desire Fingers Language Myself Skin Tremble Word
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
Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
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Literature Poet Talk Writing
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Fatal Identify Love Myself Oneself Wait
Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Fantasy Greatness Mythology Photography
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading

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