Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
ROLAND BARTHESThe lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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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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One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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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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Thus every writer’s motto reads: mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am.
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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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Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
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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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We can never know, for the good reason that writing is the destruction of every voice, every origin. Writing is that neuter, that composite, that obliquity into which our subject flees, the black-and-white where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.
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To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions.
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This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.
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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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