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Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.

Roland Barthes

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
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
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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Escape Present Way
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
What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Bare Energy Love One Liner
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
Every photograph is a certificate of presence.
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Camera Certificate Photograph Presence
Language is legislation, speech is its code. We do not see the power which is in speech because we forget that all speech is a classification, and that all classifications are oppressive.
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Classification Forget Language Oppression Power Speech
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Myself Painting Reality See
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading
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 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
Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?
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Better Burn Evaluation Kind Love
Why is it better to last than to burn?
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Better Burn Last Myself
I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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Blame Guilty Myself Power
The art of living has no history: it does not evolve: the pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.
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Art History Live Mutation Pleasure

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