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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.

Roland Barthes

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
Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
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Fragile Soft Talk Tender Yourself
Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
I passed beyond the unreality of the thing represented, I entered crazily into the spectacle, into the image, taking into my arms what is dead, what is going to die.
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Beyond Death Myself Pass Reality Spectacle
It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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Character Consider Myself Novel
I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
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
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
Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Fantasy Greatness Mythology Photography
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
Literature is the question minus the answer.
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Answer Literature Question
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
What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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Existence Oneself Repeat Reproduction
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
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
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying

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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