I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
ROLAND BARTHESThe 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!
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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Language is never innocent.
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What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought?
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In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott’s psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.
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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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Why is it better to last than to burn?
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The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!
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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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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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We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
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