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

Roland Barthes

A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
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Emotion Light Reserve Shadow
Wine is a part of society because it provides a basis not only for a morality but also for an environment; it is an ornament in the slightest ceremonials of French daily life, from the snack to the feast, from the conversation at the local cafT to the speech at a formal dinner.
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Dinner Environment Formal Moral Society Talk Wine
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
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
The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Fatal Identify Love Myself Oneself Wait
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 cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).
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Classification Desire Myself Speciality Stereotype Truth Unique
He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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Himself Life Reading Story
I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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Fun Life Myself Possible Pretty Professional
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 birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading
One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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Mouth Oneself Speaking Time Tongue
When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.
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Death Ourselves Photography Return
A paradox: the same century invented history and photography. But history is a memory fabricated according to positive formulas, a pure intellectual discourse which abolishes mythic time; and the photograph is a certain but fugitive testimony.
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History Invention Photography Review
I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
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Absence Myself Responsibility World
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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Creation Fear God Problem Scare Slow Understand Understanding

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